[It feels like he might come from this too. It wouldn't take long, just enough of Cy's cock grazing his prostate at that perfect angle a few more times — pleasure slamming through him like a wall, electricity wired to nerves, thighs beginning to spasm with the effort not to fight Cy's hold on him and do it himself. He wants it harder, wants that friction and pressure and heat, wants to feel the rush of Cy's orgasm fill him up.
Breathing raggedly, his arm firms in its loop around Cy's shoulders and he bears down hard on Cy's dick, purposefully tight as a fist. Tighter, against the jolting ache up his spine.]
Will you come inside of me? [are the broken, rasping words. And for the first time between them, so quiet it might slip in the air and dissipate —] Please.
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Breathing raggedly, his arm firms in its loop around Cy's shoulders and he bears down hard on Cy's dick, purposefully tight as a fist. Tighter, against the jolting ache up his spine.]
Will you come inside of me? [are the broken, rasping words. And for the first time between them, so quiet it might slip in the air and dissipate —] Please.