Mustang unthinkingly sucks his bottom lip between his teeth and bites down. While it’s just dumb luck, the sudden and unexpected pain sharpens his focus. He’d prefer not to cum against the mirror, but Vrenille’s force and rhythm have him half-delirious with heat and need.
He almost barks a laugh at Vrenille’s comment, if only because he feels very “touched” indeed. Roy almost says it out loud, but he’s too caught up in the other man’s hands and mouth and lips and breath. Vrenille’s a virtuoso, playing him like an instrument, and it feels so damn good.
It’s true enough that Roy was raised to be a gentleman and isn’t accustomed to hearing the sort of raunchy dirty talk that spills from the other man’s lips, even saying the word ‘cum’ has been a little embarrassing, somehow, but it’s exciting, what he says.
Roy hums a little ‘mmm’ against Vrenille’s palm, almost luxuriating in the jolting thrusts and the huff of exertion in his ear. He’s so close now. He doesn’t think he could stop if he tried, and he doesn’t want to try anymore, having ridden the edge of an orgasm for too long -- it’s a wonder he hasn’t gotten a second case of blue balls. It’s just… he doesn’t want to make a mess. Too anal retentive and isn’t that just perfect?
Doesn’t matter now. Mustang’s cock throbs, the tension between his legs urgent and desperate and oh, so hot, and he clutches his erection, pointing it toward a nearby wastebasket, hoping to avoid cumming all over the stall. He shudders as a series of long, severe waves crash slow and steadily through him, making him shiver. It’s a long, hard cum, the ejaculate shooting thick strings across the carpet and into the pail.
He sags a little as endorphins flood his system momentarily and smiles, bracing himself for more and hoping he doesn't end up hard and horny again.
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He almost barks a laugh at Vrenille’s comment, if only because he feels very “touched” indeed. Roy almost says it out loud, but he’s too caught up in the other man’s hands and mouth and lips and breath. Vrenille’s a virtuoso, playing him like an instrument, and it feels so damn good.
It’s true enough that Roy was raised to be a gentleman and isn’t accustomed to hearing the sort of raunchy dirty talk that spills from the other man’s lips, even saying the word ‘cum’ has been a little embarrassing, somehow, but it’s exciting, what he says.
Roy hums a little ‘mmm’ against Vrenille’s palm, almost luxuriating in the jolting thrusts and the huff of exertion in his ear. He’s so close now. He doesn’t think he could stop if he tried, and he doesn’t want to try anymore, having ridden the edge of an orgasm for too long -- it’s a wonder he hasn’t gotten a second case of blue balls. It’s just… he doesn’t want to make a mess. Too anal retentive and isn’t that just perfect?
Doesn’t matter now. Mustang’s cock throbs, the tension between his legs urgent and desperate and oh, so hot, and he clutches his erection, pointing it toward a nearby wastebasket, hoping to avoid cumming all over the stall. He shudders as a series of long, severe waves crash slow and steadily through him, making him shiver. It’s a long, hard cum, the ejaculate shooting thick strings across the carpet and into the pail.
He sags a little as endorphins flood his system momentarily and smiles, bracing himself for more and hoping he doesn't end up hard and horny again.