[He is rigid again in moments, buoyed by the tenderness of that endearment as well as Cy's artful touches, fingers knitted in an act of intimacy that cuts the air from his lungs with every ragged breath. Cock swollen and sensitive to every drag on tender flesh, precome beads at the slit in a refreshed trickle of wetness. On an upward pull, he feels a caress smear it over the crown of the head — making his body jolt where it sits astride Cy's lap.]
Yes.
[Reminding him, as if he could forget for a second, that Cy is still inside of his ass. Muscles clench all down both thighs, looking for the intrusion of a dick that has kept him open this whole time despite tears and reassurances and confessions. Overeager hips bear down with the intent to stir Cy back to full arousal.]
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Yes.
[Reminding him, as if he could forget for a second, that Cy is still inside of his ass. Muscles clench all down both thighs, looking for the intrusion of a dick that has kept him open this whole time despite tears and reassurances and confessions. Overeager hips bear down with the intent to stir Cy back to full arousal.]