[Legs wrap themselves familiarly around Cy's waist, settling into his lap like it is the place where he belongs, arm a loop around broad shoulders. The kiss soothes him, licking hungrily into it and sharing that taste between them. Praise makes him even warmer, and he squirms with the awareness of that heavy ache between his own thighs, craving release. Just the act of sucking Cy's cock has left him painfully hard.]
I don't care, anything. [A flicker of rougher breath.] Talk to me. Touch me.
[His right hand finds one of Cy's own and draws it down, under the waist of his own pants, against the hot line of his cock through underwear where a steady leak of precome has left a damp, sticky spot.]
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Date: 2024-06-14 08:32 pm (UTC)I don't care, anything. [A flicker of rougher breath.] Talk to me. Touch me.
[His right hand finds one of Cy's own and draws it down, under the waist of his own pants, against the hot line of his cock through underwear where a steady leak of precome has left a damp, sticky spot.]