[and damn if he doesn’t fall apart pretty as a damn painting, hands curled at corry’s thighs, eyes teary, making the sort of obscene sounds corry’s gonna wish he’d recorded, later. there’s a thought to push more, but – pretty wrecked boy’s drooling and dripping and kneeling to choke on his cock, what more can he ask for?]
There y’go, attaboy. [murmured, rough with affection, with approval, big hand slipping from the back of dom’s head down to thumb at the messy-wet stretch of his lips around corry’s cock. cradling his chin, jaw must be aching but he kneels and holds his breath and clutches at corry’s slacks like a – ] Good boy, such a good boy.
[corry shifts back, lets his cock slip down dom’s fluttering tongue, away from his throat, looking for that place where he gets the hazy-eyed, melty-brained squirming but dom stays clear-headed, eager, wanting to prove himself.] Go on, honey, keep showin’ me.
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There y’go, attaboy. [murmured, rough with affection, with approval, big hand slipping from the back of dom’s head down to thumb at the messy-wet stretch of his lips around corry’s cock. cradling his chin, jaw must be aching but he kneels and holds his breath and clutches at corry’s slacks like a – ] Good boy, such a good boy.
[corry shifts back, lets his cock slip down dom’s fluttering tongue, away from his throat, looking for that place where he gets the hazy-eyed, melty-brained squirming but dom stays clear-headed, eager, wanting to prove himself.] Go on, honey, keep showin’ me.