Reaching down boldly, Charles slid his hands beneath the waistband of Mark's pajama trousers and tugged them down. Mark's hard length sprang free, heavy and demanding.
The moment Charles wrapped his warm fingers securely around it, a loud, deep groan tore from the back of Mark's throat.
But just as the tension in the room reached a breaking point, Charles's phone suddenly began vibrating insistently on the nightstand, its loud buzz cutting sharply through the quiet air.
Mark reluctantly pulled back, reaching for Charles's wandering hands. "Pretty, wait… check your phone," he murmured, his voice strained.
But Charles wasn't giving him a chance to finish. Driven by desire, he pulled Mark right back into his arms, completely unwilling to let the moment slip away.
The phone, however, kept vibrating relentlessly, its persistent buzzing echoing through the room until it finally broke Mark's concentration.
