[ the mutual touching is nice—one hand coming to slide along his belly and upwards from behind, the other still slowly making its way low. he lets those fingers slide beneath fabric to boldly slip around the other's cock and seem to evaluate the feeling of him in his hand. fingertips measure the length of him, rubbing the very tip as a tease. ]
Already speaking my language...
[ the man is french. wow. eiden silently loses his mind as his hip is grabbed first, then the rest of him. he leans to give him more, a soft hum of appreciation encouraging him. ]
Find a seat, huh? I hope there's audience participation.
[ the hand at his cock leaves, snapping the waistband playfully before extracting himself from him, indeed finding a seat with the insinuation that his eyes are not leaving baptiste, a light flick of his tongue wetting his lips in anticipation. he will find a place though, sprawled out comfortably on some pillows, thighs spread and a little tilt of his head in satisfaction. the robe? abandoned, he doesn't care about it anymore, leaving him in just that skimpy excuse for a bathing suit. ]
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Already speaking my language...
[ the man is french. wow. eiden silently loses his mind as his hip is grabbed first, then the rest of him. he leans to give him more, a soft hum of appreciation encouraging him. ]
Find a seat, huh? I hope there's audience participation.
[ the hand at his cock leaves, snapping the waistband playfully before extracting himself from him, indeed finding a seat with the insinuation that his eyes are not leaving baptiste, a light flick of his tongue wetting his lips in anticipation. he will find a place though, sprawled out comfortably on some pillows, thighs spread and a little tilt of his head in satisfaction. the robe? abandoned, he doesn't care about it anymore, leaving him in just that skimpy excuse for a bathing suit. ]