“You’re disgusting sometimes,” Paolo Maldini hated sounding waspish, it wasn’t manly. But the feelings generated by watching Sandro’s dessert ritual – lick spoon, moan softly, shiver – weren’t exactly settling, especially in the players’ dining room.
Sandro paused in mid lick and waited.
“You don’t need to make love to your dessert to enjoy it,” Paolo clarified; now he sounded prim. He swore savagely and silently.
“Chocolate mousse is special,” Sandro countered. “The texture, consistency, the sweetness on my tongue;” his voice dropped to a purr, “like swallowing chocolate cum.”
“Oh!” Paolo knew he sounded hoarse…and horny. At least that was manly.