It is a reassurance that Baptiste coos against the dragging of sharp teeth. An anticipation that hitches his breath. The hand holding at Chika's hair tugs, slips, and grasps again. A hold that helps him stay anchored to the man.
The harder nip is met with a groan. Baptiste's head lulls backward. He hears the cheering of the crowd, vaguely aware that their encouragement had never stopped. Yet the closeness between himself and this man and the sound of their breaths had managed to drown out their spectators.
His hand finally teases away the last bit of linen - allowing the other's toga to unravel to the side just as Chika makes contact with his prick. Baptiste hums his affirmation, hips meeting the touch hungrily.
A search for lube is not a fruitless effort. The offerings that had been thrown for them still lie in wait - the only casualty being the one Baptiste had smashed earlier.
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It is a reassurance that Baptiste coos against the dragging of sharp teeth. An anticipation that hitches his breath. The hand holding at Chika's hair tugs, slips, and grasps again. A hold that helps him stay anchored to the man.
The harder nip is met with a groan. Baptiste's head lulls backward. He hears the cheering of the crowd, vaguely aware that their encouragement had never stopped. Yet the closeness between himself and this man and the sound of their breaths had managed to drown out their spectators.
His hand finally teases away the last bit of linen - allowing the other's toga to unravel to the side just as Chika makes contact with his prick. Baptiste hums his affirmation, hips meeting the touch hungrily.
A search for lube is not a fruitless effort. The offerings that had been thrown for them still lie in wait - the only casualty being the one Baptiste had smashed earlier.