( Anything he desires? Sunday doubts it, but in the moment he’s not questioning the legitimacy of it. What’s most important is how the words sink into his bones, they accent pleasure as their cocks grind raw and together.
Rather than answering him, Sunday lifts his head up to his lips. One hand tight around their cocks fucking into his grip while the other guides his face closer. Sunday gasps hotly on his neck, giving it kisses and bites right under his jawline. The sway of pressure builds up and down while he also adjusts to their movements, to everything, as he searches with his hips and thrusts for that place of no return. )
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Rather than answering him, Sunday lifts his head up to his lips. One hand tight around their cocks fucking into his grip while the other guides his face closer. Sunday gasps hotly on his neck, giving it kisses and bites right under his jawline. The sway of pressure builds up and down while he also adjusts to their movements, to everything, as he searches with his hips and thrusts for that place of no return. )
Then— faster—