( Sampo clutches at the fluffy handful of his skirts as the man moves to expose him properly, his own lips parted in eager anticipation as green eyes track his every move. He hasn't fucked many people who've been able to remain so effortlessly in control while getting on their knees to suck his dick, and yet this guy is managing it easily, as though the whole thing comes as naturally as breathing. It's hard not to believe his claim of liking to make lovely messes out of his partners β not when Sampo can feel himself unravelling before him like so much silly, frilly lace.
He exhales a wobbly little sound when strong palms smooth up over the front of his thighs, only vaguely aware of the way he's leaking into the front of his ruined panties. The deep thrum of the vibrator keeps him from being able to properly catch his breath β he knows he's panting, knows he probably sounds desperate β but the easy grin curving his lips suggests that Sampo isn't even remotely the type to care. )
You just gonna look at it, or what?
( Ah, but maybe he spoke too soon. A hot, wet tongue slicks a burst of sensation against the head of his cock, and Sampo sighs with relief at the drag of his tongue, the tease of his slit, and finally the wrap of lips around him. The man takes his time, allows him to feel every inch of each plush pass over him, and Sampo's fingers tighten to a fist to ball up the handful of his skirts. )
Oh yeah ...
( Sampo chuckles breathlessly, his free hand moving to pull down the low-cut bust of his outfit to expose hard, pink nipples. He cups one of his pecs, squeezes firmly, then pinches at a nipple, rolling the gold-studded bud between his fingertips as Tseng swallows him down deeper with each bob of is head.
Riled up as he is β denied as he has been β it doesn't take long for him to feel the tell-tale squeeze of orgasm pushing its way behind his balls again. Sampo's hole clenches around the toy in deep, hard pulses as precum slicks over Tseng's tongue, his thighs tensing and his balls drawing up close to his body as he's brought to that knife's edge of coming again. He's so, so fucking close, perhaps so close that he's forgotten Tseng wanted him to begβ
And so instead of saying please, Sampo simply lets his head drop back as his hips rock minutely into the wet velvet of the other man's mouth. )
Yeah, fuck yeah, I'm gonnaβ
( Just a few more of those deep sucks should do it. )
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( Sampo clutches at the fluffy handful of his skirts as the man moves to expose him properly, his own lips parted in eager anticipation as green eyes track his every move. He hasn't fucked many people who've been able to remain so effortlessly in control while getting on their knees to suck his dick, and yet this guy is managing it easily, as though the whole thing comes as naturally as breathing. It's hard not to believe his claim of liking to make lovely messes out of his partners β not when Sampo can feel himself unravelling before him like so much silly, frilly lace.
He exhales a wobbly little sound when strong palms smooth up over the front of his thighs, only vaguely aware of the way he's leaking into the front of his ruined panties. The deep thrum of the vibrator keeps him from being able to properly catch his breath β he knows he's panting, knows he probably sounds desperate β but the easy grin curving his lips suggests that Sampo isn't even remotely the type to care. )
You just gonna look at it, or what?
( Ah, but maybe he spoke too soon. A hot, wet tongue slicks a burst of sensation against the head of his cock, and Sampo sighs with relief at the drag of his tongue, the tease of his slit, and finally the wrap of lips around him. The man takes his time, allows him to feel every inch of each plush pass over him, and Sampo's fingers tighten to a fist to ball up the handful of his skirts. )
Oh yeah ...
( Sampo chuckles breathlessly, his free hand moving to pull down the low-cut bust of his outfit to expose hard, pink nipples. He cups one of his pecs, squeezes firmly, then pinches at a nipple, rolling the gold-studded bud between his fingertips as Tseng swallows him down deeper with each bob of is head.
Riled up as he is β denied as he has been β it doesn't take long for him to feel the tell-tale squeeze of orgasm pushing its way behind his balls again. Sampo's hole clenches around the toy in deep, hard pulses as precum slicks over Tseng's tongue, his thighs tensing and his balls drawing up close to his body as he's brought to that knife's edge of coming again. He's so, so fucking close, perhaps so close that he's forgotten Tseng wanted him to begβ
And so instead of saying please, Sampo simply lets his head drop back as his hips rock minutely into the wet velvet of the other man's mouth. )
Yeah, fuck yeah, I'm gonnaβ
( Just a few more of those deep sucks should do it. )