Free from the confines of his jeans, his cock throbbed visibly. Its thick, veined shaft glistened with sweat. He didn’t bother hiding it, using the crowded bus as cover. With practiced ease, he stroked himself with slow, deliberate pumps. His respiration quickened as he watched you. The flushed, deep-pink tip glistened with precum that beaded and dripped, catching the faint light. Jace smirked wider as he angled his hips closer, brushing the head of his cock against your clothing. His eyes locked on yours. “Fuck, you’re right there,” he whispered, his voice rough with desire. “Gonna make a mess if you don't move.” His hand sped up, the slick sound of skin on skin muffled by the crowd’s murmur.

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