"Don't hold back," Burr says, when he pulls off with a sinful, wet pop. He knows his lips are shining wet, swollen, red, and ke dips back down immediately to flatten his tongue against the underside, running down, down, to lick over balls. "I want you to use me," Burr says, "I want you to fuck me."
And he pulls back then--a quick, aggressive dive to take Jefferson down to the base, to slide the head in and down until he feels it gagging him, hitting sensitive skin, turning just so, relaxing, letting it slide deeper, until his nose hits Jefferson's skin. He takes care to breathe through his nose, to go relaxed and pliant as he bobs up and down. And he does make those sound--the wet ones, and the choking ones, because men like those, sometimes. Like it messy and sloppy, and who is Burr to refuse?
He wraps his own hand over Jefferson's, in his hair. Urges him to fuck himself on Burr's mouth. To use him as quickly and harshly as he pleases. Burr likes it, when he alternates those quick, brutal, punching thrusts with grinding Burr's head down onto his cock and leaving him there. He's limp--he takes it, and Burr is the good one, despite what he said.
He's painfully hard himself, afraid he'll rip out the button on his pants. Weak little gyrations against the interior of the car. He'd like to see Thomas stretched around him, the way he's stretched around Thomas. Perhaps he'll even think about it later, when he brings himself off in the shower, washing Thomas's come from his thighs and ass.
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And he pulls back then--a quick, aggressive dive to take Jefferson down to the base, to slide the head in and down until he feels it gagging him, hitting sensitive skin, turning just so, relaxing, letting it slide deeper, until his nose hits Jefferson's skin. He takes care to breathe through his nose, to go relaxed and pliant as he bobs up and down. And he does make those sound--the wet ones, and the choking ones, because men like those, sometimes. Like it messy and sloppy, and who is Burr to refuse?
He wraps his own hand over Jefferson's, in his hair. Urges him to fuck himself on Burr's mouth. To use him as quickly and harshly as he pleases. Burr likes it, when he alternates those quick, brutal, punching thrusts with grinding Burr's head down onto his cock and leaving him there. He's limp--he takes it, and Burr is the good one, despite what he said.
He's painfully hard himself, afraid he'll rip out the button on his pants. Weak little gyrations against the interior of the car. He'd like to see Thomas stretched around him, the way he's stretched around Thomas. Perhaps he'll even think about it later, when he brings himself off in the shower, washing Thomas's come from his thighs and ass.