[ Frankly, it's probably only in Alan's head that anyone would object to this. Who around here would find anything wrong with a low-ranked card getting a Wildcard off? Probably should've been doing it sooner, if anything.
Alan moans again, strangled. His cock twitches under Baptiste's kiss. Keeping his hand over his mouth can't last, and as Baptiste takes him in, Alan finally drops his hand back down to Baptiste's hair, bracing himself with the other hand behind him on the daybed.
For now, he doesn't do anything like hold Baptiste in place, or direct his mouth. His fingers comb frenetically through Baptiste's hair, though, making it stick up every which way. ]
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Alan moans again, strangled. His cock twitches under Baptiste's kiss. Keeping his hand over his mouth can't last, and as Baptiste takes him in, Alan finally drops his hand back down to Baptiste's hair, bracing himself with the other hand behind him on the daybed.
For now, he doesn't do anything like hold Baptiste in place, or direct his mouth. His fingers comb frenetically through Baptiste's hair, though, making it stick up every which way. ]
Fuck. [ Still straining for quiet. ] Oh, Christ.