There was little to stop the ride, the tipping point for both of them. Chika could feel his breath come out in a noisy exhale, and he can feel the little pain of the fingernails pressing into his skin, the jerking against his hand, heat against his stomach.

But for all the torment he provided with this public fucking, Chika gentled as he brought his hand away, and Gabe him one last grinding snap up deep within to fill Baptiste with his come.

"Here...here. That's good."

His voice turned sweet, low. Even soothing as he finally stilled with all of his attentions.

"You were amazing. You did so well, look so fucking perfect. Everyone thinks you did beautifully."

He had no idea if the blond could understand. But he was happy to croon out praise.