[ a part of him wants to devour the other, to hear more pretty gasps like last night, to fuck him in his bed and collapse again with him. But those are easier scenarios and he doesn’t want to waste this one. Or spoil it.
He works down slowly, retreating for every half centimeter he progresses, tongue laving around the other’s girth. One hand goes to gently squeeze the one in his hair, encouraging this contact and softness. The other holds his shaft where he wants it, thumb stroking reverently, still humming in pleasure and to stimulate.
It’s not long before his mouth is comfortably full. Sylvain is large. He relaxes his jaw further, breathing harder through his nose as he works himself further down the shaft, swallowing as it starts to press against the back of his throat. His own cock is hard now with want, with the danger of spooking the other, with the moan-worthy heat of having this pretty cock down his throat and knowing Sylvain will stir and see it eventually.
With the trust that’s budding here.
Finally he has the whole of him. He pauses there, breathing deeply, choking so slightly, enjoying his nose in the others hair and the undeniably masculine, sweaty, spent smell of him. ]
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Date: 2024-12-21 09:33 pm (UTC)He works down slowly, retreating for every half centimeter he progresses, tongue laving around the other’s girth. One hand goes to gently squeeze the one in his hair, encouraging this contact and softness. The other holds his shaft where he wants it, thumb stroking reverently, still humming in pleasure and to stimulate.
It’s not long before his mouth is comfortably full. Sylvain is large. He relaxes his jaw further, breathing harder through his nose as he works himself further down the shaft, swallowing as it starts to press against the back of his throat. His own cock is hard now with want, with the danger of spooking the other, with the moan-worthy heat of having this pretty cock down his throat and knowing Sylvain will stir and see it eventually.
With the trust that’s budding here.
Finally he has the whole of him. He pauses there, breathing deeply, choking so slightly, enjoying his nose in the others hair and the undeniably masculine, sweaty, spent smell of him. ]