Competitive Spirited boys

Zlatan's tongue trails down his captain's torso leaving a chocolaty streak in its wake. Javier silently curses the ties around his wrists.

He writhes underneath Zlatan and Deki while they take turns licking him, kissing him, touching his body everywhere except where he aches for it most.
Deki skims his fingers across his lower abs.
Javier cannot tell which man is which.
Zlatan licks along the crease at the top of his thigh feeling his body shudder.

"Mercy!"

A victorious smile creeps across Zlatan's lips and he takes his throbbing prize into his mouth relishing in his captains gratified moans.