Burr is flexible. He knows what to do, when someone is hesitant. And he wants more of Jefferson--the little kisses, that particular smell, the becoming flush that makes his freckles darken and sweep over his nose and cheeks.
He unfolds his legs, leans back on the table, and opens himself. One leg stretching on either side of himself, feet on the table, ass forward, cool air on his hole, making his skin gooseflesh, shiver.
He still has Thomas's cock in his hand, supported on his other elbow, and he tugs him gently forward, till the head is just there, touching his rim. He's still loose enough, and slick enough, from where he'd prepared himself, earlier.
"Thomas," he says, moans, pornographic, and rolls his hips upward, thrusting against nothing. Shirt rucked up now, wearing no underwear, cock hard and straining. "Please, fuck me. I want to feel you, inside me." Another little buck, till the head of Thomas's cock is just inside, and he shudders, moans, falls back against the table.
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He unfolds his legs, leans back on the table, and opens himself. One leg stretching on either side of himself, feet on the table, ass forward, cool air on his hole, making his skin gooseflesh, shiver.
He still has Thomas's cock in his hand, supported on his other elbow, and he tugs him gently forward, till the head is just there, touching his rim. He's still loose enough, and slick enough, from where he'd prepared himself, earlier.
"Thomas," he says, moans, pornographic, and rolls his hips upward, thrusting against nothing. Shirt rucked up now, wearing no underwear, cock hard and straining. "Please, fuck me. I want to feel you, inside me." Another little buck, till the head of Thomas's cock is just inside, and he shudders, moans, falls back against the table.