Alivian’s kisses feel so needy, so wanting, and it’s endearing how he brushes his lips along Hank’s beard. As if it isn’t off-putting.
Hmm.
He isn’t trying to torment him — much — but Hank still lets his fingers play with the dangling jewels. Gently making them sway, but with their weight, he supposes the gentle part doesn’t help much.
“You sure make a pretty picture, don’t you?”
Because he does. All flushed and needy — and Hank’s barely touched him, really.
He lets his tongue slide against Alivian’s. Slowly; a little in awe. This whole casino-slash-resort is strange, sure, and winning a pair of nipple clamps — still unused, alas — was yet another oddity added to the pile. But the intensity of the situation didn’t really hit till they entered the bathroom. Till they were alone with the mirrors and Alivian was throwing off his shirt.
Hank feels Alivian’s teeth when they kiss: the sharpness of his fangs. Could really do some damage those, if he wanted to. If he were a biting sort of guy.
Hmm.
Too soon, Hank pulls away. He kisses the corner of Alivian’s mouth before shifting to his side. Arousal pressing against Alivian’s hip as Hank wraps an arm around his waist.
“What d’you think of the mirror?” he asks, as if there aren’t a dozen or so. Hank doesn’t particularly enjoy the sight of himself leering over Alivian’s shoulder, but he can deal.
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Alivian’s kisses feel so needy, so wanting, and it’s endearing how he brushes his lips along Hank’s beard. As if it isn’t off-putting.
Hmm.
He isn’t trying to torment him — much — but Hank still lets his fingers play with the dangling jewels. Gently making them sway, but with their weight, he supposes the gentle part doesn’t help much.
“You sure make a pretty picture, don’t you?”
Because he does. All flushed and needy — and Hank’s barely touched him, really.
He lets his tongue slide against Alivian’s. Slowly; a little in awe. This whole casino-slash-resort is strange, sure, and winning a pair of nipple clamps — still unused, alas — was yet another oddity added to the pile. But the intensity of the situation didn’t really hit till they entered the bathroom. Till they were alone with the mirrors and Alivian was throwing off his shirt.
Hank feels Alivian’s teeth when they kiss: the sharpness of his fangs. Could really do some damage those, if he wanted to. If he were a biting sort of guy.
Hmm.
Too soon, Hank pulls away. He kisses the corner of Alivian’s mouth before shifting to his side. Arousal pressing against Alivian’s hip as Hank wraps an arm around his waist.
“What d’you think of the mirror?” he asks, as if there aren’t a dozen or so. Hank doesn’t particularly enjoy the sight of himself leering over Alivian’s shoulder, but he can deal.