When Vrenille finally embeds himself in his ass, Mustang inhales, sharp and involuntarily, at the size of the man. He tightens up a little, and it feels like a thousand prickly places in his anus. But it’s alright. Roy’s felt this before, just... not for a very long time.
Very deliberately, he relaxes the ring of muscle. Afterward, t’s easy to enjoy the languorous rhythm set by the other man. Mustang pushes back to meet him, fully aware of the shortness of his hair (he must keep it trimmed), and every few strokes, Vrenille’s balls swing a little to bump his own.
Mustang smiles when Vrenille releases his cock, and he looks down at himself, all jutting, proud, and purple.
A swift and sudden memory emerges from his mind’s depths. One of his “sisters” -- a child of one of the “escorts” working for his step-mother and about the same age as he, often made up names for cocks, referring to dicks as “one-eyed-monsters” and “hairless mice.” A font of laughter bubbles up and out of his throat at the memory, disappearing as quickly as it came. It shifts him into a steady gear, and he closes his eyes, swallowed by the sensations his “Dominant” expertly crafts.
Maybe once he fucks a few people on a semi-regular basis, he’ll stop having issues with near-misses when it comes to cumming. Mustang glances at the mirror, and there he is -- the clerk isn’t even bothering to hide his interest anymore. He’s actually grateful, if only for its effect of dampening his rampant erection to a more controllable level.
When Vrenille answers him, Roy gazes at the mirror, his lips tipping into an affectionate smirk. He shrugs. “It’s just a challenge. Either way, I win.”
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Very deliberately, he relaxes the ring of muscle. Afterward, t’s easy to enjoy the languorous rhythm set by the other man. Mustang pushes back to meet him, fully aware of the shortness of his hair (he must keep it trimmed), and every few strokes, Vrenille’s balls swing a little to bump his own.
Mustang smiles when Vrenille releases his cock, and he looks down at himself, all jutting, proud, and purple.
A swift and sudden memory emerges from his mind’s depths. One of his “sisters” -- a child of one of the “escorts” working for his step-mother and about the same age as he, often made up names for cocks, referring to dicks as “one-eyed-monsters” and “hairless mice.” A font of laughter bubbles up and out of his throat at the memory, disappearing as quickly as it came. It shifts him into a steady gear, and he closes his eyes, swallowed by the sensations his “Dominant” expertly crafts.
Maybe once he fucks a few people on a semi-regular basis, he’ll stop having issues with near-misses when it comes to cumming. Mustang glances at the mirror, and there he is -- the clerk isn’t even bothering to hide his interest anymore. He’s actually grateful, if only for its effect of dampening his rampant erection to a more controllable level.
When Vrenille answers him, Roy gazes at the mirror, his lips tipping into an affectionate smirk. He shrugs. “It’s just a challenge. Either way, I win.”