[ (ooc: you are welcome to move this to a catch-all! That sounds great!)]
[Their kiss is interrupted abruptly when fingers slide into his entrance. The groan that escapes carries no pretense of being anything but erotic. Both goading and pleased, the sound drags from Baptiste's throat. A raw sensation, promising of what was to come. As his entrance is coaxed open, his hips twitch eagerly. Fingers shift into a massage and Baptiste's mouth is desperate to find its heated connection with Eiden's once more. A stammered moan slips between his lips and into Eiden's mouth.
A shiver of delight. His hips grow insistent against the caress of finger tips. Sweltering heat builds between tongue and teeth. A bead of saliva connect their bottom lips and tugs as Eiden whispers against his mouth. The tantalizing slow stroke of his cock draws a sharp buck of Baptiste's hips into Eiden's touch.
Yet even as the man shudders, a smile twitches onto his lips at the turn of phrase.
Baptiste prepares a a retort, however it is lost as the other's cock buries itself deep inside of him. His insides clamp around the oiled erection. A tight hole, laced with the heated lube they'd found themselves playing with, is eager to accept the entire length. The sensation of being full paired with the sensitivity to such a magnificent fire causes Baptiste's eyes to lose focus. His mouth opens. His tongue peaks outward as a sound of unadulterated pleasure takes over.
A quick reveal that Baptiste is not a quiet man. Nor is he a shy one.] Oh~ [The ensuing coo is breathless. His chest trembles just as Baptiste begins to adjust his own body. Asserts more of his weight downward on Eiden - instead of allowing himself to simply be guided now. The shift in position causes him to pull away from the kiss he'd so enjoyed indulging in. His tongue runs over bruised lips - longing to feel the scrape of teeth and press of tongue again...
But he has a show to run, after all. Eiden has called for a showstopper without truly understand just the depths of what the show consists of. One of his hands covers Eiden's - the one that had helped guide him to swallow the other's cock whole in the first place. There is an affectionate squeeze. His other had rests at Eiden's chest. A playful flick and then twist of one of the other's nipples as Baptiste makes sure to lock himself in place over Eiden.
The movement buries Eiden deeper inside of him. It causes a visible shudder over Baptiste's body - yet it does nothing to hamper the haughty smile that twitches on his lips. The fullness threatens to send him to the brink-]
Oh, you want to fuck me so bad, don't you? [A teasing coo of a fact they both knew. Baptiste squeezes his insides against the cock inside of him.] To plunge into me over and over....
But the best part of any show is the anticipation, isn't it? For you to sit and tremble while I warm your cock deep inside of me.... [Baptiste's voice trails off as his hand that held Eidens begins to trace a new journey. One that drags over to Eiden's hip and downward. It forces himself to bend backward - an angle that makes a beautiful presentation of his own chest - as fingernails trace hip and thigh... dipping down until he could trace a finger over the base of Eiden's cock and his own entrance.
His shifts to cup Eiden's sack. He gives it a teasing squeeze.]
Before you drive me to sing for you in another language... you're going to have to coax me to the edge, mon cher. To please me in such a way that all I can think about is pleasing you.
[It's clear. As he pants between words. As his cheeks grow more flushed with desire - Baptiste wants to be unwounded by the man audacious enough to fuck him when he'd promised to give Eiden a show in the first place....
But who would he be if he didn't push the envelope? If he didn't make it clear just what sort of brat man he was? He certainly wanted to make sure that the man buried deep within him wouldn't be forgetting about this encounter any time soon. The blush on Baptiste's face is just as shameless as his smile as he looks down at Eiden. His hand continues to fondle at Eiden's sack - a slow, arduous movement. One that promised to coax Eiden to the brink while Baptiste forces him to 'wait.']
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[Their kiss is interrupted abruptly when fingers slide into his entrance. The groan that escapes carries no pretense of being anything but erotic. Both goading and pleased, the sound drags from Baptiste's throat. A raw sensation, promising of what was to come. As his entrance is coaxed open, his hips twitch eagerly. Fingers shift into a massage and Baptiste's mouth is desperate to find its heated connection with Eiden's once more. A stammered moan slips between his lips and into Eiden's mouth.
A shiver of delight. His hips grow insistent against the caress of finger tips. Sweltering heat builds between tongue and teeth. A bead of saliva connect their bottom lips and tugs as Eiden whispers against his mouth. The tantalizing slow stroke of his cock draws a sharp buck of Baptiste's hips into Eiden's touch.
Yet even as the man shudders, a smile twitches onto his lips at the turn of phrase.
Baptiste prepares a a retort, however it is lost as the other's cock buries itself deep inside of him. His insides clamp around the oiled erection. A tight hole, laced with the heated lube they'd found themselves playing with, is eager to accept the entire length. The sensation of being full paired with the sensitivity to such a magnificent fire causes Baptiste's eyes to lose focus. His mouth opens. His tongue peaks outward as a sound of unadulterated pleasure takes over.
A quick reveal that Baptiste is not a quiet man. Nor is he a shy one.] Oh~ [The ensuing coo is breathless. His chest trembles just as Baptiste begins to adjust his own body. Asserts more of his weight downward on Eiden - instead of allowing himself to simply be guided now. The shift in position causes him to pull away from the kiss he'd so enjoyed indulging in. His tongue runs over bruised lips - longing to feel the scrape of teeth and press of tongue again...
But he has a show to run, after all. Eiden has called for a showstopper without truly understand just the depths of what the show consists of. One of his hands covers Eiden's - the one that had helped guide him to swallow the other's cock whole in the first place. There is an affectionate squeeze. His other had rests at Eiden's chest. A playful flick and then twist of one of the other's nipples as Baptiste makes sure to lock himself in place over Eiden.
The movement buries Eiden deeper inside of him. It causes a visible shudder over Baptiste's body - yet it does nothing to hamper the haughty smile that twitches on his lips. The fullness threatens to send him to the brink-]
Oh, you want to fuck me so bad, don't you? [A teasing coo of a fact they both knew. Baptiste squeezes his insides against the cock inside of him.] To plunge into me over and over....
But the best part of any show is the anticipation, isn't it? For you to sit and tremble while I warm your cock deep inside of me.... [Baptiste's voice trails off as his hand that held Eidens begins to trace a new journey. One that drags over to Eiden's hip and downward. It forces himself to bend backward - an angle that makes a beautiful presentation of his own chest - as fingernails trace hip and thigh... dipping down until he could trace a finger over the base of Eiden's cock and his own entrance.
His shifts to cup Eiden's sack. He gives it a teasing squeeze.]
Before you drive me to sing for you in another language... you're going to have to coax me to the edge, mon cher. To please me in such a way that all I can think about is pleasing you.
[It's clear. As he pants between words. As his cheeks grow more flushed with desire - Baptiste wants to be unwounded by the man audacious enough to fuck him when he'd promised to give Eiden a show in the first place....
But who would he be if he didn't push the envelope? If he didn't make it clear just what sort of
bratman he was? He certainly wanted to make sure that the man buried deep within him wouldn't be forgetting about this encounter any time soon. The blush on Baptiste's face is just as shameless as his smile as he looks down at Eiden. His hand continues to fondle at Eiden's sack - a slow, arduous movement. One that promised to coax Eiden to the brink while Baptiste forces him to 'wait.']