[Tyler absolutely locks himself in once Concord shifts him around. The stubbornness is something he strangely appreciates, perhaps sees himself in. He straightened up in the seat as Tyler leans back into his chest, finding himself as the unyielding wall behind the young man's force of will. (Though Concord's titties are both large and soft when he's not tensing up, he is fairly tense about now.)
There's a brief moment he considers just standing himself up, dumping Tyler face forward into the floor. Concord could do that. He knows he could.
Yet, he doesn't,]
To think you had... some shame this morning. [He mutters before reaching forward. He hooks his arms beneath Tyler's own, looping them to Tyler's inner thighs. While the image is on Concord prying Tyler open with both hands, his hold is actually quite restrained, not at all forceful. It doesn't need to be, with how massive those hands look once placed on Tyler's smaller frame. The strong, rough hands of a soldier, sure to be about as intimidating as they are arousing,]
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There's a brief moment he considers just standing himself up, dumping Tyler face forward into the floor. Concord could do that. He knows he could.
Yet, he doesn't,]
To think you had... some shame this morning. [He mutters before reaching forward. He hooks his arms beneath Tyler's own, looping them to Tyler's inner thighs. While the image is on Concord prying Tyler open with both hands, his hold is actually quite restrained, not at all forceful. It doesn't need to be, with how massive those hands look once placed on Tyler's smaller frame. The strong, rough hands of a soldier, sure to be about as intimidating as they are arousing,]