Baptiste's jaw trembles. First his teeth clench, a flash of desperation on his face that is robbed of any of his usual rogue-ish charm. This, instead, is a far more carnal desire. His mouth falls open, eyes fluttering shut as he realizes he... doesn't know this man's name. It's just been a myriad of pet names between them - yet he finds himself wanting to call the other by name.
A shudder follows. The thought is lost, as his voice instead lets out a soft whine of 'oh, darling-' to make up for it. One of his hands now rests at his own shoulder, his head lulling and pressing against it as if he could somehow collect himself.
Granted, it's far too late to not be messy now. The crowd would love it... not that Baptiste is thinking about them right now. With that hard cock pounding into his prostate, reasonable thought is fleeting.
Baptiste's release is a violent shot. Baptiste's head wrenches backward as he lets out a sharp cry. His hips tremble under the other's palm - his insides clamping down on the man inside him as if desperate to milk him of that promised fill. The other hand at Chika's forearm shifts from a gentle caress to grasping desperately. Fingernails quickly leave crescents in the other's flesh as Baptiste fights to keep himself upright.
His own cum splatters onto Chika's abdomen in a heated wash before it leaks onto his fingers.
"Please... please-" the word that had been so difficult to get Baptiste to commit to flows easy from his mouth now - a whine of a man begging to be praised, to be rewarded.
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A shudder follows. The thought is lost, as his voice instead lets out a soft whine of 'oh, darling-' to make up for it. One of his hands now rests at his own shoulder, his head lulling and pressing against it as if he could somehow collect himself.
Granted, it's far too late to not be messy now. The crowd would love it... not that Baptiste is thinking about them right now. With that hard cock pounding into his prostate, reasonable thought is fleeting.
Baptiste's release is a violent shot. Baptiste's head wrenches backward as he lets out a sharp cry. His hips tremble under the other's palm - his insides clamping down on the man inside him as if desperate to milk him of that promised fill. The other hand at Chika's forearm shifts from a gentle caress to grasping desperately. Fingernails quickly leave crescents in the other's flesh as Baptiste fights to keep himself upright.
His own cum splatters onto Chika's abdomen in a heated wash before it leaks onto his fingers.
"Please... please-" the word that had been so difficult to get Baptiste to commit to flows easy from his mouth now - a whine of a man begging to be praised, to be rewarded.