[ the hand at tim's ass massages the thick muscle there, enjoying how firm it is under his callused palm. his delicious little noises in the mess of their kisses, the way he eagerly turns his body into his - quentin could enjoy a man like this all night and take his time picking him apart over and over again for how sweet he is.
tim's thighs pull him in, means that he can grind their cocks together, rolling his hips so that the hot heat of them both slide together. all the while, the hand on his ass moves, slides deftly between those pert cheeks to find the hot, puckered hole waiting for him. he kisses him again, hot and searing, biting at his tongue abd his lips as he presses to the first knuckle with one finger, readying him. ]
Still want more? [ a little teasing, but honest, working him open even with the very tip of his index finger. ] Tell me how many you want, sweet man. [ it's whispered against his lips, his jaw, his ear and he gives one hard press of his hips, grinding them together slow and languid. ]
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tim's thighs pull him in, means that he can grind their cocks together, rolling his hips so that the hot heat of them both slide together. all the while, the hand on his ass moves, slides deftly between those pert cheeks to find the hot, puckered hole waiting for him. he kisses him again, hot and searing, biting at his tongue abd his lips as he presses to the first knuckle with one finger, readying him. ]
Still want more? [ a little teasing, but honest, working him open even with the very tip of his index finger. ] Tell me how many you want, sweet man. [ it's whispered against his lips, his jaw, his ear and he gives one hard press of his hips, grinding them together slow and languid. ]