"Ah, shit," Gavin groaned, a small tremble running down his spine as he fought every instinct to bury himself down Juno's throat. The initial plunge, the way Juno's mouth feels wrapped around him, that engulfing heat, that's the hardest part, and then Gavin reins himself in, sighing softly.

He shifts a little so he can tilt his head up enough to watch Juno with a steady, dark, heated gaze.

"Fuck, you look so hot," He cracks a sheepish smile, chuckling softly at his own loss of any semblance of a filter between thinking and speaking.