（ that matter-of-fact line of inquiry notches a faint wry smirk into one corner of his mouth. despite all the bark (and there's been, you know, definitely enough of that to paint a picture) this kid is sure someone who's made his bed being useful. not shy, no shame, enough confidence that he can sell what he's doing. but cy would bet the blowjob that the confidence is tangled up in a deep, pressing need to be offering some sort of tangible benefit for companionship or camaraderie. when everything's transactional, nothing's personal, ain't the bitch of it all?
fucking soldiers. he has a type and he's not sorry about it.
he lifts his hand, palms at the kid's cheek, long fingers falling against the line of his jaw. his thumb traces along his bottom lip, and then teases inwards, stopping only when he hits teeth.
he could get tender about it, but he has a feeling that wouldn't land well with this one. instead, with a bit of a laugh. ）
Well, it ain't gonna suck itself. That'd be a fucking trick, though.
(it's just their onlyfans startup it's fine)
fucking soldiers. he has a type and he's not sorry about it.
he lifts his hand, palms at the kid's cheek, long fingers falling against the line of his jaw. his thumb traces along his bottom lip, and then teases inwards, stopping only when he hits teeth.
he could get tender about it, but he has a feeling that wouldn't land well with this one. instead, with a bit of a laugh. ）
Well, it ain't gonna suck itself. That'd be a fucking trick, though.