( 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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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.