So long as Spencer sounded like that Hex was content to keep on. He kissed with soft lips, breathed in the musky scent, and tormented himself with the rigid cock that just begged to be sucked. Hex wasn't sure he'd ever met anyone who didn't like a blow job...maybe not enjoying giving them, sure, but he'd never met a man like Spencer who genuinely didn't like having it done.

But he was a quick study and knew what Spencer liked and what he didn't, so he was content to kiss and nuzzle and breathe him in and out.

Hex's grip loosened on Spencer's wrists, but only so he could take hold of his hips. His thumbs moved over the skin that was so soft and so tight there over the jut of Spencer's hip. Everything, literally everything, about Spencer was beautiful. All Hex had to do was look at him to know he wasn't good enough for the young doctor.