[of course he's watching, but the reflex to tilt his head back and shut his eyes is absolutely a weight that tugs on the back of his skull, one he fights against to keep his eyes on Nick and his pretty mouth around his cock. he's warm and wet around him, and he's right up in the back of his throat. that tongue, god, that tongue. the sound he makes is downright illicit, one that warps right up into profanity.]
Shiiit-
[almost topsy-turvy, he's digging his shoes into the ground. fistful of hair in his hand, one shuddering breath later and he guides Nick's head, hips rolling into his own rhythm. he isn't trying to gag him, he moves leisurely and without hurry at first, but finds himself thrusting deeper into his open mouth as he would fuck him any other day. that's all he can think about as his cock is taken, spit and precome dripping from Nick's lips.
his free hand ends up in his hair, too, and he'd feel only a bit guilty about how much he's using him if he hadn't so blatantly offered to be used.]
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Shiiit-
[almost topsy-turvy, he's digging his shoes into the ground. fistful of hair in his hand, one shuddering breath later and he guides Nick's head, hips rolling into his own rhythm. he isn't trying to gag him, he moves leisurely and without hurry at first, but finds himself thrusting deeper into his open mouth as he would fuck him any other day. that's all he can think about as his cock is taken, spit and precome dripping from Nick's lips.
his free hand ends up in his hair, too, and he'd feel only a bit guilty about how much he's using him if he hadn't so blatantly offered to be used.]