[The other man first slides into him, Baptiste's body winds tight. Pads of fingers press into the the shoulder blade, another entangled and tugging at blonde hair. When his fingers slip between locks, he quickly works to tug and grasp again. As if every muscle in his body could clamp tight to cling and ensnare his mate - a desperate play to make sure he wouldn't be left wanting against.
The moan that leaves him is far louder than he would've normally intended, a sound that slips directly into Basch's mouth. Wanton and pleading, another sound of pleasure leaves with the next shift of the other inside of him. His tongue flicks into the other's mouth to desperately continue a kissy that grows more interrupted and more sloppy with each drag of lips. Heat begins to wind in a coil in his gut as his hips rock to meet the next thrust -
A thrust that slides Basch in fully faster than either had expected. Baptiste's back spasms, the sheer pleasure of being filled so thoroughly causing his mouth to drop back open. His eyes screw shut in the presence of a onslaught of the delectable heat of their closeness and the fullness pressed into him.]
Rough... Rough- please fuck me well-! [Baptiste pants, head lulling against his own shoulder as if he could gather himself. He wets his lips before he looks back to Basch through blonde lashes and half lidded eyes.]
No worries at all my friend!
The moan that leaves him is far louder than he would've normally intended, a sound that slips directly into Basch's mouth. Wanton and pleading, another sound of pleasure leaves with the next shift of the other inside of him. His tongue flicks into the other's mouth to desperately continue a kissy that grows more interrupted and more sloppy with each drag of lips. Heat begins to wind in a coil in his gut as his hips rock to meet the next thrust -
A thrust that slides Basch in fully faster than either had expected. Baptiste's back spasms, the sheer pleasure of being filled so thoroughly causing his mouth to drop back open. His eyes screw shut in the presence of a onslaught of the delectable heat of their closeness and the fullness pressed into him.]
Rough... Rough- please fuck me well-! [Baptiste pants, head lulling against his own shoulder as if he could gather himself. He wets his lips before he looks back to Basch through blonde lashes and half lidded eyes.]