The toy’s friction stimulating his prostate and ass drags a shuddering, involuntary moan from Mustang’s throat. He clenches tight around it and moans again -- purposefully now. It’s a strange juxtaposition of mind and body, this feeling both sexy and incredibly frustrating.
Roy groans with every centimeter Vrenille slides into him, stretching him almost too wide, but not so much that he’s in danger of being hurt. He huffs out a breath, shifting up to just the pads of his fingers. He keeps his gaze locked on the mirrored eyes of the other man, watching with fierce interest. Roy licks his lower lip, his black hair falling into his eyes.
He tries to think through the waves of debilitating pleasure buffeting his body. It feels good, and he’s more relaxed and happy that nothing today had prepared him for.
Wait. Roy has to admit that Vrenille prepared him to feel exactly this way. He closes his eyes and focuses on the pulsating feeling centered between his cock and ass, focusing at his taint to billow outward and rock his body. Mustang wants... he wants, and he needs...
Seeing a clerk reflected in the mirror cools him down somewhat. Not much, and he husks in a silken whisper, “Think you can make me scream?”
Mustang concentrates on Vrenille, on his golden fingers on Roy’s pale hips, seeing that he’s sheeted with sweat that makes him look wild and almost animal as he ruts against him. He’s wet and glorious, and Mustang inhales deeply, feeling sweat of his own dropping from his hair onto his shoulder.
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Roy groans with every centimeter Vrenille slides into him, stretching him almost too wide, but not so much that he’s in danger of being hurt. He huffs out a breath, shifting up to just the pads of his fingers. He keeps his gaze locked on the mirrored eyes of the other man, watching with fierce interest. Roy licks his lower lip, his black hair falling into his eyes.
He tries to think through the waves of debilitating pleasure buffeting his body. It feels good, and he’s more relaxed and happy that nothing today had prepared him for.
Wait. Roy has to admit that Vrenille prepared him to feel exactly this way. He closes his eyes and focuses on the pulsating feeling centered between his cock and ass, focusing at his taint to billow outward and rock his body. Mustang wants... he wants, and he needs...
Seeing a clerk reflected in the mirror cools him down somewhat. Not much, and he husks in a silken whisper, “Think you can make me scream?”
Mustang concentrates on Vrenille, on his golden fingers on Roy’s pale hips, seeing that he’s sheeted with sweat that makes him look wild and almost animal as he ruts against him. He’s wet and glorious, and Mustang inhales deeply, feeling sweat of his own dropping from his hair onto his shoulder.