The heady swell of victory is almost as intense as the sensation of Vrenille’s mouth, the wet pressure surrounding him. As incredible as it all feels, Mustang finds himself a little conflicted. He’d thought he’d shoot his wad the first chance he had, but it’s as though he doesn’t want to let the other man down. It’s a considerable effort to keep it from happening; he concentrates on his breathing, and when that comes perilously close to failing him, Roy alters his tactics by replaying memories of a faraway desert he knows.
That fuckable mouth he’s in, its hot tongue curled beneath the head of his cock tempts him into pressing it just a bit deeper, as deep as he dares. As much as he wants to plunge in balls deep, he doesn’t, unwilling to cross a boundary and have Vrenille pull away from him altogether.
Hell, no. He can’t think of that, almost cumming at the idea. Mustang bites his lower lip, and when his eyes close, he envisions nights of crackling fire as it reaches to the heavens and still feels how incredibly talented the other man’s mouth can be.
It’s all rather embarrassing. He hasn’t been this randy since around seventeen, eighteen-years-old. This crazy youth, crazy world, and its crazy toys.
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The heady swell of victory is almost as intense as the sensation of Vrenille’s mouth, the wet pressure surrounding him. As incredible as it all feels, Mustang finds himself a little conflicted. He’d thought he’d shoot his wad the first chance he had, but it’s as though he doesn’t want to let the other man down. It’s a considerable effort to keep it from happening; he concentrates on his breathing, and when that comes perilously close to failing him, Roy alters his tactics by replaying memories of a faraway desert he knows.
That fuckable mouth he’s in, its hot tongue curled beneath the head of his cock tempts him into pressing it just a bit deeper, as deep as he dares. As much as he wants to plunge in balls deep, he doesn’t, unwilling to cross a boundary and have Vrenille pull away from him altogether.
Hell, no. He can’t think of that, almost cumming at the idea. Mustang bites his lower lip, and when his eyes close, he envisions nights of crackling fire as it reaches to the heavens and still feels how incredibly talented the other man’s mouth can be.
It’s all rather embarrassing. He hasn’t been this randy since around seventeen, eighteen-years-old. This crazy youth, crazy world, and its crazy toys.