"I'm not," and his fingers go tight on the back of Burr's neck, a soft wounded sound as Burr lavishes attention on his balls. "No, I am, but I -- I want to savor you, you're worth savoring." He cannot breathe, with Burr so tight around him, so deep on him.
He sees Burr's hips twitch against the seat, or against the console, hard to tell the way he's draped over, but that sends a fierce pulse of desire through him. He is aflame -- "Oh," and he sounds a little shocked, "you like this." This, this is what spurs him to roughness, because he can see how Burr reacts to it. "You like to be used -- did you think about it, when you prepared yourself earlier?" Did you think of me, he wants to ask, because it is so easy to lose himself in this fantasy, of lovers, can't keep their hands off each other even for just a car ride, desperate to touch and feel. But it is just a little too pathetic, he thinks, and he pushes that thought, that question away.
Strings of drool, half-visible, darkening denim fabric. Thomas feels near-frantic with desire, seized by the urge to possess, something unfamiliar and needy and skirting around a darkness in him that he does not care to touch.
"You take me so deep," and his voice is gasping. "I can feel your throat --" And he holds Aaron there, a moment longer, with Aaron's eyes watering and his hips working, working against so little.
Aaron does the same as before: apparently endlessly patient, sloppy and wonderful, and then as Thomas starts to twitch up, when his balls start to tighten and his breath comes quicker, Aaron sucks him hard, and Thomas comes just as hard, completely losing himself in it for a split-instant.
The copiousness of it astonishes him. His cock twitches as he shoots semen in Burr's mouth, on his tongue, and he has time to withdraw and mark Burr with the rest. On his lips, his cheek. Thomas is hypnotized with it: takes himself in hand, not yet softened, and uses the head of his cock to smear it against Burr's skin. It is lewd and indulgent, and he cannot look away.
He drags Burr onto him again, to lap the rest from his cock, to clean him. He softens slowly, and Burr is obediently on him, not wiping away the come. "You're wonderful," he says, softly -- "Look at you -- I've never seen anything like you."
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He sees Burr's hips twitch against the seat, or against the console, hard to tell the way he's draped over, but that sends a fierce pulse of desire through him. He is aflame -- "Oh," and he sounds a little shocked, "you like this." This, this is what spurs him to roughness, because he can see how Burr reacts to it. "You like to be used -- did you think about it, when you prepared yourself earlier?" Did you think of me, he wants to ask, because it is so easy to lose himself in this fantasy, of lovers, can't keep their hands off each other even for just a car ride, desperate to touch and feel. But it is just a little too pathetic, he thinks, and he pushes that thought, that question away.
Strings of drool, half-visible, darkening denim fabric. Thomas feels near-frantic with desire, seized by the urge to possess, something unfamiliar and needy and skirting around a darkness in him that he does not care to touch.
"You take me so deep," and his voice is gasping. "I can feel your throat --" And he holds Aaron there, a moment longer, with Aaron's eyes watering and his hips working, working against so little.
Aaron does the same as before: apparently endlessly patient, sloppy and wonderful, and then as Thomas starts to twitch up, when his balls start to tighten and his breath comes quicker, Aaron sucks him hard, and Thomas comes just as hard, completely losing himself in it for a split-instant.
The copiousness of it astonishes him. His cock twitches as he shoots semen in Burr's mouth, on his tongue, and he has time to withdraw and mark Burr with the rest. On his lips, his cheek. Thomas is hypnotized with it: takes himself in hand, not yet softened, and uses the head of his cock to smear it against Burr's skin. It is lewd and indulgent, and he cannot look away.
He drags Burr onto him again, to lap the rest from his cock, to clean him. He softens slowly, and Burr is obediently on him, not wiping away the come. "You're wonderful," he says, softly -- "Look at you -- I've never seen anything like you."