[ He can't think. But to be fair, he's not really trying to think very hard. Not when this feels so good, when the heat washes through him in waves. He's waking up in increments, if only because his body is coming alive with stimulation, with need, and he's carried along on the rising waves.
His hips rock in a stuttered rhythm, no real pace or focus to them. He's just chasing the pleasure, the vibration of Basch's heated mouth around his length making him moan. He's shuddering, his cock twitching against the slide of the man's tongue as he presses up into him, fingers gripping with needy desperation.
The moans and whimpers that slip free are incoherent and formless, a wordless plea for more as his head tosses on the pillow, throat working around a choked gasp. ]
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His hips rock in a stuttered rhythm, no real pace or focus to them. He's just chasing the pleasure, the vibration of Basch's heated mouth around his length making him moan. He's shuddering, his cock twitching against the slide of the man's tongue as he presses up into him, fingers gripping with needy desperation.
The moans and whimpers that slip free are incoherent and formless, a wordless plea for more as his head tosses on the pillow, throat working around a choked gasp. ]