[ Soft noises begin to spill out of him, almost uncontrollable as Sunday guides their cocks to slide against one another. The pleasure is overwhelming for him too, causing a shiver to crawl down his spine as he tries to get used to the rhythm. This always feels like a novel experience to him no matter how many times he's become intimate with another person.
He doesn't think he'll ever grow used to it, numb to the kind of connections this place wants them to establish. When Sunday tries to speak, he's almost grateful for the distraction. ]
You...? Tell me, I'll give you anything you desire.
[ It's not like him to speak so boldly, but with his suit mark a bright red on his skin, there's no stopping him now. Not when he's slowly figuring out a pace that glides his length down against Sunday's in an exquisite way. ]
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He doesn't think he'll ever grow used to it, numb to the kind of connections this place wants them to establish. When Sunday tries to speak, he's almost grateful for the distraction. ]
You...? Tell me, I'll give you anything you desire.
[ It's not like him to speak so boldly, but with his suit mark a bright red on his skin, there's no stopping him now. Not when he's slowly figuring out a pace that glides his length down against Sunday's in an exquisite way. ]