[ Irving's face burns bright and hot and red like a beacon, every part of him once again growing tense, at war with the side of him that's more eager to experiment, to just give in to the spirit the hotel room's instilling in them. An easy task for some, a surrender that may even to them feel as natural as simply trying out a new flavor of ice cream, but to Irving, even with all the aphrodisiacs and whatever other influences pushing him from all sides toward indecency, still, none of this comes easy.
Easy is just not the word.
He pushes a breath out, sharp and abrupt in contrast to his otherwise slow and steady panting, and chokes back a groan as he eases himself in more, deeper, a little bit harder, beginning to muster a slightly clumsy but functional rhythm once he gets used to the sensation of muscle pressing in around his cock much tighter than anything he's ever had it in before. ]
I take it you must do this often, then. [ Swallowing, running his tongue over his dry lips. ] This position is pleasing to you?
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Easy is just not the word.
He pushes a breath out, sharp and abrupt in contrast to his otherwise slow and steady panting, and chokes back a groan as he eases himself in more, deeper, a little bit harder, beginning to muster a slightly clumsy but functional rhythm once he gets used to the sensation of muscle pressing in around his cock much tighter than anything he's ever had it in before. ]
I take it you must do this often, then. [ Swallowing, running his tongue over his dry lips. ] This position is pleasing to you?