[ Each drag of fingers to his scalp just tightens that bundle in his stomach, makes Lyney’s cock stain the inside of his underwear with pre-cum. It was manageable before — a fantasy and private release where he didn’t have to worry about consequences. The thought of Wriothesley behind him, taking him or even pinned down into a soft bed to let Lyney truly perform…
Dozens of ways that frustrate and entice him further had infiltrated his mind when he was most lonely.
But now, he feels the proof of that throbbing against his tongue.
Wriothesley was unruly and two hands keep him from twitching too much as the boy works. Deep drops, slowly by half inches to gain rhythm and add music to their madness. The sucks and slurps all but replacing sly and charming words.
They get only brief moments of watching one another before Lyney abandons it and closes his eyes, humming with a mouth full of cock that begins to chase the back of his throat.
The taste was… something. Salty and thick, pent up he imagines. He doesn’t care — it was his payment like pitiful Mora for performances long left on the street. The heavy breath and the sound of Wriothesley unsettled in his chair was more than enough.
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Dozens of ways that frustrate and entice him further had infiltrated his mind when he was most lonely.
But now, he feels the proof of that throbbing against his tongue.
Wriothesley was unruly and two hands keep him from twitching too much as the boy works. Deep drops, slowly by half inches to gain rhythm and add music to their madness. The sucks and slurps all but replacing sly and charming words.
They get only brief moments of watching one another before Lyney abandons it and closes his eyes, humming with a mouth full of cock that begins to chase the back of his throat.
The taste was… something. Salty and thick, pent up he imagines. He doesn’t care — it was his payment like pitiful Mora for performances long left on the street. The heavy breath and the sound of Wriothesley unsettled in his chair was more than enough.
For now. ]