[ It doesn't take much for Six to make a mess. Despite wanting to hear Sunday, he can still feel him with every thrust of his hips, the friction between their cocks too overwhelming to ignore. His pre spills in the space between them, coating their fingers, their lengths with every jerk of hips.
His whole body shudders when Sunday joins his strokes, wanting more of it as words come out of his mouth begging to do so. He wants to wait until the other man has also reached the end, but it's impossible now that he's at the peak, ready to tip over at a moment's notice.
He doesn't notice the dream fading all around them, not when his mind can only focus on what's between them. The pleasure. The way Sunday feels against his skin. The warmth they share. All of that combined makes a cocktail so irresistible that there's no way he can resist the pull of his release. ]
Sunday—
[ His only warning before he kisses the other man again, allowing their mouths to muffle the groan as he cums, making a mess everywhere now that he's reached his limit. ]
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His whole body shudders when Sunday joins his strokes, wanting more of it as words come out of his mouth begging to do so. He wants to wait until the other man has also reached the end, but it's impossible now that he's at the peak, ready to tip over at a moment's notice.
He doesn't notice the dream fading all around them, not when his mind can only focus on what's between them. The pleasure. The way Sunday feels against his skin. The warmth they share. All of that combined makes a cocktail so irresistible that there's no way he can resist the pull of his release. ]
Sunday—
[ His only warning before he kisses the other man again, allowing their mouths to muffle the groan as he cums, making a mess everywhere now that he's reached his limit. ]