[ It's crude, it's shameless, but he shivers a bit at the image he crafts with just a few words. The sight of him wrapped around him was scorched into his brain, but the idea of him with his knees on cold tile, unwilling to wait long enough to seek privacy. He could tug his hair back, look down at him, and β
His cock twitches, freed from his pants, and he pushes forward, seeking his scarred hands like they're drawn to him, lips and tongue hungry, like he's swallowing each and every crude little word and promise. They're all for him to take. It's all his, and he greedily sucks them down with little bites and pleased gasps breathed against his lips. ]
All the more reason to prove to you I know them... [ He promises, a thumb grazing one of them, just along his abdomen, right where he can fiddle with the edges of his pants, a little promise of something more.
And maybe, foolishly, he's more honest when he's bare before him. ] I don't think I could tire of tracing them. [ Thin, clever little fingers slip the button free, so he can find his way in. ] Or of touching you.
[ He pulls him free, offering something like relief that comes with the price of his fingers wrapped around him, his hips rolling in time with his hands. ]
π i hate them....
His cock twitches, freed from his pants, and he pushes forward, seeking his scarred hands like they're drawn to him, lips and tongue hungry, like he's swallowing each and every crude little word and promise. They're all for him to take. It's all his, and he greedily sucks them down with little bites and pleased gasps breathed against his lips. ]
All the more reason to prove to you I know them... [ He promises, a thumb grazing one of them, just along his abdomen, right where he can fiddle with the edges of his pants, a little promise of something more.
And maybe, foolishly, he's more honest when he's bare before him. ] I don't think I could tire of tracing them. [ Thin, clever little fingers slip the button free, so he can find his way in. ] Or of touching you.
[ He pulls him free, offering something like relief that comes with the price of his fingers wrapped around him, his hips rolling in time with his hands. ]