Weak knees, fuck yeah, the best kind of reaction to get from this. Too bad that meant he was holding Zephyr up at this point, and couldn't reach down, couldn't free his cock from his suit pants.

God, this all got him so hot; the thick weight of Zephyr's cock on his tongue, Zephyr's hips moving under his hands, the moans he let out every so often, the look on his face.

Soon, he promised his aching cock, and pulled out a bit to tease the head of Zephyr's cock, pulling his foreskin back and forth with his tongue.