[ He murmurs, lips curled with a smile that reaches his eyes. Ready to pull the tie loose and watch the sides part, draping from Theo's shoulders with a gentle sway, Zephir tilts his head appreciatively.
He's at half-mast, a drop of precome meeting the hand coaxing him to an increasing length, so why not return the favor. He starts with slow and steady strokes, a light massage when his hand nears the crown. ]
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He's at half-mast, a drop of precome meeting the hand coaxing him to an increasing length, so why not return the favor. He starts with slow and steady strokes, a light massage when his hand nears the crown. ]
I'd have to come inside.
[ please god someone punch him ]