[Any thought for a sharp, dry comment is shattered by the angle of that rolling movement, pleasure spidering through him like electricity. He gasps, overwhelmed by a full-body shudder, muscles tensing on and around Cy — legs flexing tight at Cy's waist, the clench of his ass over Cy's dick still maddeningly rigid inside of him, fine fingers squeezing that other hand.]
Hah, I'm... yes. Even though I can tell you're doing that on purpose.
[It might sound sullen, at least in performance, if not for the way he tries to repeat the motion of hips to chase that same too-intense shock of sensation where he felt Cy's cock rub. The edge of that pleasure — it feels so good it almost hurts.]
no subject
Hah, I'm... yes. Even though I can tell you're doing that on purpose.
[It might sound sullen, at least in performance, if not for the way he tries to repeat the motion of hips to chase that same too-intense shock of sensation where he felt Cy's cock rub. The edge of that pleasure — it feels so good it almost hurts.]
Cy.