[ it certainly feels nice, the slick touch of the oil and the slowly rising heat causes him to squirm just a little bit. the way baptiste drags himself over his cock already riles eiden enough to tip his head back and swear quietly. sometimes it's not a bad idea to encourage someone, and he makes sure that he meets his eyes when the oil slides down his abdomen. he lets his own hands trail downwards, slow and easy, knowing his own body.
and in doing so, smears oil on his own hands, letting them climb up baptiste's sides so he can grope at his chest. the slick slide of his own fingers traces over each and every contour, each swath of flesh and muscle topography. when he arrives at the peak of his nipples, he pinches them (kindly? unkindly? it's a pinch and pull, a loving tug). ]
Aw, for little old me? I'm pretty excited.
[ in more ways than one, gripping at baptiste's waist and holding him there so he can indulge in the steady, rhythmic grind. his eyes flick towards the set up - the bowl and the bottle alike, his heart fluttering in the thrill of it. turning his eyes back to him. ]
So far, this show's pretty promising. [ a little nudge of his arousal for emphasis, the steady groping of his chest with a cheeky grin. ]
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and in doing so, smears oil on his own hands, letting them climb up baptiste's sides so he can grope at his chest. the slick slide of his own fingers traces over each and every contour, each swath of flesh and muscle topography. when he arrives at the peak of his nipples, he pinches them (kindly? unkindly? it's a pinch and pull, a loving tug). ]
Aw, for little old me? I'm pretty excited.
[ in more ways than one, gripping at baptiste's waist and holding him there so he can indulge in the steady, rhythmic grind. his eyes flick towards the set up - the bowl and the bottle alike, his heart fluttering in the thrill of it. turning his eyes back to him. ]
So far, this show's pretty promising. [ a little nudge of his arousal for emphasis, the steady groping of his chest with a cheeky grin. ]