The real answer to that question is...a discussion for later. It's not that Vrenille is in any way opposed to giving an answer; it's simply that an honest answer right now would be a mood killer. So for that reason, what he offers is something just for the time being.
He lets the roll of their hips rub hardness against hardness, the slight tug of the fabric that's still trapping each of them a final thin barrier between bare skin. "Well right now it's to show every one of these fine people how well you get fucked," his smile carries just a hint of predatory promise.
"Make each 'n every one of 'em wish they were in my place, getting to bury themselves deep in the heat of your ass." A hand on Mustang's shoulder turns him roughly around, towards the mirror, so that Vrenille can smooth a hand down his exposed backside, framed by the elastic of the jockstrap, his fingers finding their way right to the base of the massager and starting to pump it in and out of him in a slow, smooth rhythm. "Or maybe make 'em wish they were in yours, being the one who's taking my cock, servicing me right here in public."
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He lets the roll of their hips rub hardness against hardness, the slight tug of the fabric that's still trapping each of them a final thin barrier between bare skin. "Well right now it's to show every one of these fine people how well you get fucked," his smile carries just a hint of predatory promise.
"Make each 'n every one of 'em wish they were in my place, getting to bury themselves deep in the heat of your ass." A hand on Mustang's shoulder turns him roughly around, towards the mirror, so that Vrenille can smooth a hand down his exposed backside, framed by the elastic of the jockstrap, his fingers finding their way right to the base of the massager and starting to pump it in and out of him in a slow, smooth rhythm. "Or maybe make 'em wish they were in yours, being the one who's taking my cock, servicing me right here in public."