"Either way," Vrenille smiles, rolling his hips and savouring the delicious tight heat of Mustang's ass, "we both win." If the other man wants to think of sex as some kind of contest, Vrenille has no objection, but for his part it isn't--even with the power play of dominance and submission, for him this encounter, at least, is less confrontational.
Without breaking rhythm he unbuttons the shirt he's still wearing, letting it fall open across his chest and hips so that he doesn't have to trouble with holding the hem out of the way and can feel the cool breath of air touch his skin as it heats with arousal and exertion. It also provides something like a minimal veil for the point where their bodies join--not really any privacy, but at least one detail that is left to the imagination of their audience. The view he has as he glances down to see himself disappearing in and out of Mustang's ass is just for him.
Clearly, the whole scenario is having its effect on Mustang as well, what with that momentary bark of something like laughter in his throat, something Vrenille takes as a sensation or thought that must have been inspired to break through. It inspires him as well:
"You ever been fucked like this before?" he asks, pace and vigour increasing, growing a little bit rough, a few degrees closer to unrelenting. "Where people could see you, watch exactly what's happening--watch you getting used?"
The scenario, for him, is an undeniable turn-on, and he's not going to try and disguise that for a moment. After all, nothing so far has indicated to him that Mustang needs or wants to be treated with kid gloves. If anything, it seems just the opposite.
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Without breaking rhythm he unbuttons the shirt he's still wearing, letting it fall open across his chest and hips so that he doesn't have to trouble with holding the hem out of the way and can feel the cool breath of air touch his skin as it heats with arousal and exertion. It also provides something like a minimal veil for the point where their bodies join--not really any privacy, but at least one detail that is left to the imagination of their audience. The view he has as he glances down to see himself disappearing in and out of Mustang's ass is just for him.
Clearly, the whole scenario is having its effect on Mustang as well, what with that momentary bark of something like laughter in his throat, something Vrenille takes as a sensation or thought that must have been inspired to break through. It inspires him as well:
"You ever been fucked like this before?" he asks, pace and vigour increasing, growing a little bit rough, a few degrees closer to unrelenting. "Where people could see you, watch exactly what's happening--watch you getting used?"
The scenario, for him, is an undeniable turn-on, and he's not going to try and disguise that for a moment. After all, nothing so far has indicated to him that Mustang needs or wants to be treated with kid gloves. If anything, it seems just the opposite.