[Cheater serves enough to motivate the voracious part of him willing to prove itself, clutching back at their laced fingers in its tether of comfort and reassurance, inhaling the scent of Cy from that place just at the nape of a neck where hairline ends and skin begins. He noses against it, kisses, scrapes teeth.
Splitting concentration between the cadence of Cy's words and the tight friction of thighs over his cock is difficult â but he tries. It means the rhythm of the eager, shallow thrusts he begins is sloppy and irregular.]
J'ai... [thickly accented, the consonants come a little slurred, pace a little stumbling, wanting to put sharper sounds where they don't exist in the moving, lyrical shape of the sentence,] envie de toi.
[Its sentiment doesn't need translation. I want you â punctuated on his next push, dragging up between Cy's thighs with a desperate exhale, precome a smear across the crown of his cock.]
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Date: 2024-03-06 09:15 pm (UTC)Splitting concentration between the cadence of Cy's words and the tight friction of thighs over his cock is difficult â but he tries. It means the rhythm of the eager, shallow thrusts he begins is sloppy and irregular.]
J'ai... [thickly accented, the consonants come a little slurred, pace a little stumbling, wanting to put sharper sounds where they don't exist in the moving, lyrical shape of the sentence,] envie de toi.
[Its sentiment doesn't need translation. I want you â punctuated on his next push, dragging up between Cy's thighs with a desperate exhale, precome a smear across the crown of his cock.]