[It's the only warning he manages, meager as it is with Jonas nestled deep in the open V of his thighs, mouth on his dick, just to that point of being able to stand it — because it's a lot to ask of someone with minimal experience, but Jonas is doing so well. So fucking well. The noises are unbearably hot, Jonas's lips slick and obscene on his cock, his own breath coming out in short, staggered gasps. If anyone overheard them now, there would be no question what they were doing.
The wrap of Cain's legs around him is careful, not crushing as the thick muscles promise they could do if sufficiently motivated; it's a cradle, ankles hooked behind Jonas in a snug refusal to let him go now that he's committed to taking it.]
Oh, fuck, J, I'm... [There's a little writhe he can't physically help, hand grasping at Jonas' arm where it lies across his chest, catching on the boy's wrist.] Nnn, I can't—
[Orgasm rocks through Cain at that high break of the peak, pouring into Jonas' throat, probably a bit too much too fast for how pent up he's felt these days. There's not much room to escape it given the hand he has in soft brown hair, or the way powerful legs still wrapped in that firm lock; he heaves backward, arching up toward the crest of all that pleasure, cock spurting into a hot, waiting mouth.]
( There is nothing quite so hot as thick thighs squeezing in around him, locking him into receiving a fast-approaching orgasm. It's all happening in a controlled, decisive way, which is impressive, considering that Cain's losing himself to the feeling.
Timing wasn't really on his side; he took Cain's cock too deeply into his throat to try to press his nose to the man's abdomen. It was a test for himself, with scattered results. He gags on the writhe. He gags again at the arch of a sweating back. And as Cain pulses inside of him, even as he's careful not to force or hurt him, Jonas' wrist tugs suddenly in the hand grasping it. No air—not a drowning feeling, but one he's encountered before. Eager boys spilling into his mouth without warning, choking him, and the memory is what makes him cough around Cain's dick and draw back before he's done flooding the back of his tongue with jizz.
Fuck, it's hot on his lips and chin, and he gasps for air against Cain's inner leg. Face a mess, smearing come between them to kiss and suck apologetically at the sensitive skin of a twitching thigh, he sees to the rest of his partner's high with tight pumps of his hand.
He's embarrassed, but he's still got the spirit. There's a dorky snort when he finishes clearing his throat, returning to Cain's messy cock as if to finish the job. This is one of the most enjoyable experiences he's had in so long, he doesn't want it to end. So, he licks up mess where he can, ignoring that the taste isn't something he's used to yet, but one that oddly satisfies a bit of a fixation. )
Mm, ( he grunts at their activity, summing it up pretty well. Though, he wants to say something meaningful. Something that'll rile Cain up. ) You went from hot to adorable real fast... Maybe next time, I should finger you, too.
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The wrap of Cain's legs around him is careful, not crushing as the thick muscles promise they could do if sufficiently motivated; it's a cradle, ankles hooked behind Jonas in a snug refusal to let him go now that he's committed to taking it.]
Oh, fuck, J, I'm... [There's a little writhe he can't physically help, hand grasping at Jonas' arm where it lies across his chest, catching on the boy's wrist.] Nnn, I can't—
[Orgasm rocks through Cain at that high break of the peak, pouring into Jonas' throat, probably a bit too much too fast for how pent up he's felt these days. There's not much room to escape it given the hand he has in soft brown hair, or the way powerful legs still wrapped in that firm lock; he heaves backward, arching up toward the crest of all that pleasure, cock spurting into a hot, waiting mouth.]
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Timing wasn't really on his side; he took Cain's cock too deeply into his throat to try to press his nose to the man's abdomen. It was a test for himself, with scattered results. He gags on the writhe. He gags again at the arch of a sweating back. And as Cain pulses inside of him, even as he's careful not to force or hurt him, Jonas' wrist tugs suddenly in the hand grasping it. No air—not a drowning feeling, but one he's encountered before. Eager boys spilling into his mouth without warning, choking him, and the memory is what makes him cough around Cain's dick and draw back before he's done flooding the back of his tongue with jizz.
Fuck, it's hot on his lips and chin, and he gasps for air against Cain's inner leg. Face a mess, smearing come between them to kiss and suck apologetically at the sensitive skin of a twitching thigh, he sees to the rest of his partner's high with tight pumps of his hand.
He's embarrassed, but he's still got the spirit. There's a dorky snort when he finishes clearing his throat, returning to Cain's messy cock as if to finish the job. This is one of the most enjoyable experiences he's had in so long, he doesn't want it to end. So, he licks up mess where he can, ignoring that the taste isn't something he's used to yet, but one that oddly satisfies a bit of a fixation. )
Mm, ( he grunts at their activity, summing it up pretty well. Though, he wants to say something meaningful. Something that'll rile Cain up. ) You went from hot to adorable real fast... Maybe next time, I should finger you, too.