[ With every mark Sunday leaves on his skin, more noises spill out of him until his entire body shudders with pleasure. He can feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, but that doesn't deter him from going fast. If anything, it encourages him to keep up the pace, rutting against Sunday's cock until it's all he can think about.
He remembers to breathe when he hears the other man's voice again. It drags him away from the lull of sensation, making him blink. He understands almost instantly what Sunday is trying to say. ]
—s'fine. [ Gently, he drags his fingers down the underside of Sunday's cock, paying special attention to it now that he knows he's close. ] Don't hold back.
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He remembers to breathe when he hears the other man's voice again. It drags him away from the lull of sensation, making him blink. He understands almost instantly what Sunday is trying to say. ]
—s'fine. [ Gently, he drags his fingers down the underside of Sunday's cock, paying special attention to it now that he knows he's close. ] Don't hold back.