[|: Yup. It was "slick and happy". Pffffft!]
It was soon very difficult to focus on Qadir as the man went from teasing to action. Niaaki sucked in a sharp breath through his nose when Qadir slipped a finger inside, his moan muffled around Qadir's cock, and that alone was enough to make him squirm--at first with that initial, odd feeling of discomfort, and then with pleasure.
It was a second before he realized he'd gone stock still aside from his small shivers of enjoyment, and when he realized it, he quickly went back to work, not about to give up the progress he'd made in finally getting a response from the guy! Seriously, how did he do that? Niaaki was having a difficult enough time finding his rhythm again while his body was distracted by Qadir's fingers, choking out a moan when Qadir added more, and then--
Well, then he just had to give up and cry uncle.
Because that was when Qadir went for it, and indeed he arched, releasing Qadir's cock with a gasp that quickly turned to a whimper, try as he might to bite it back. But he wasn't like Qadir; he couldn't do the stoic thing! And squirm he did, dropping down onto one elbow with his other hand still gripping Qadir, hi toes digging into the sheets and body tensing with enjoyment.
"G-gods!"