[Two halves always come together as a perfect whole; even after so long, it's never without the most euphoric of blends that they meld. He could stand to make Zephir come over and over and over again without falter, steeled in his own wants just to see him squirm - but instead he indulges his own want. His hand rests on Zephir's head, watching him slip his pouty lips around his cock, taking it in easy.
It's the warmth, the continued sense of completion, but it rips a moan from him. In only a matter of seconds are his hands on Zephir's head, holding his hair in a tight grip and using that to pull his skull into his thrusts - slamming to the hilt, over and over, giving Zephir the relentless fuck he's been dreaming of.]
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It's the warmth, the continued sense of completion, but it rips a moan from him. In only a matter of seconds are his hands on Zephir's head, holding his hair in a tight grip and using that to pull his skull into his thrusts - slamming to the hilt, over and over, giving Zephir the relentless fuck he's been dreaming of.]