"I've been a twat," Bradley confessed, going down on his knees.
"Obviously," Colin replied with skeptical frown.
"I'll make it up to you," Bradley pleaded, sliding his hands up Colin's jean-clad legs.
"Don't know you deserve it," Colin sighed, dramatic, and pretended his cock wasn't throbbing to be free of his jeans.
"Let me convince you," Bradley whispered, sliding his mouth over the bulged front of Colin's jeans.
His hot breath seeped through the fabric and bathing Colin's cock in damp heat. Colin gave a throaty groan, and combed his fingers through Bradley's golding hair.
For Emmy
Love you, baby.