[His tongue works a steady circle into the heated flesh of the other man's cock. The tang of sweat and musk claim his mouth. Baptiste lets out a shuddered breath, the sensation of servicing the man before him clawing at the shreds of sense he still had.
The phantom sensation of Alan's fingertips against his face remains, a memory that only helps to stir his own arousal. An insatiable feeling that he meets with a shift of his hand. He presses a caress of his thumb against the slit of cockhead.
There is no hesitation. No lasting question of who may stumble upon them or what would happen in retaliation - if only because Baptiste is haughty enough to believe he could outrun any such consequence. He'd lived on the outside of 'acceptable' society for so long that even before finding himself here - there had been little shame in his displays.
Baptiste's tongue drags upward - a glimpse of pure hedonism as his eyes meet Alan's once more.
He would dare to call it a beautiful sight. Dark eyes transfixed on him and just what he could do. The bounce of that curl as it falls, the shifting of muted breath beneath that palm... A hum leaves Baptiste's throat as he presses a kiss to the tip of the man's prick.
He buys himself a moment with this indulgence before he has to tear his eyes away from the lustful visage. His mouth opens before he begins to take the man's arousal in.]
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The phantom sensation of Alan's fingertips against his face remains, a memory that only helps to stir his own arousal. An insatiable feeling that he meets with a shift of his hand. He presses a caress of his thumb against the slit of cockhead.
There is no hesitation. No lasting question of who may stumble upon them or what would happen in retaliation - if only because Baptiste is haughty enough to believe he could outrun any such consequence. He'd lived on the outside of 'acceptable' society for so long that even before finding himself here - there had been little shame in his displays.
Baptiste's tongue drags upward - a glimpse of pure hedonism as his eyes meet Alan's once more.
He would dare to call it a beautiful sight. Dark eyes transfixed on him and just what he could do. The bounce of that curl as it falls, the shifting of muted breath beneath that palm... A hum leaves Baptiste's throat as he presses a kiss to the tip of the man's prick.
He buys himself a moment with this indulgence before he has to tear his eyes away from the lustful visage. His mouth opens before he begins to take the man's arousal in.]