Chapter 89

• “I-I’m not distracted” Kent tried to be sassy but failed as moans kept slipping out his mouth, grabbing Bruce’s wrist but not making any movement to stop what was happening “I’m just, t-trying not to be l-oud”
• “Oh?” Bruce asked with a smirk thrusting his fingers rougher directly into Kent prostate making the man moan loudly and toss his head back gripping Bruce’s wrist tighter “I guess you wouldn’t want the others to hear you getting claimed”
• The term claimed made Kent’s hole quiver, he didn’t realize how much he wanted that until it was said aloud Bruce let out a low groan then while still fucking Kent with his fingers grabbed the remote for the small tv on the dresser across from them and turned it on, the new years’ celebration popped up and Bruce really didn’t care much to change it so he just turned up the volume and plopped the remote somewhere he didn’t see.