[ Oh. Something there, between the pump of his fist in the water, the slick friction, the line of heat of the other man's cock, his Sweetness and the ragged sound of his drawn breath, it strikes a spark. That he runs his thumb right over such a sensitive ridge makes the puppet jolt as he drags his mouth over the sturdy column of his muscular neck. ]
Shared, [ he echoes lowly, hips surging up as though he means to rut against him, jostling the larger man in his lap. ] That's so good.
[ Taking a bath had been an indulgence, to savor the warmth and less about getting clean. But this is indulgent in a new way, and he's in danger of soiling it. The puppet isn't in the frame of mind it takes to care, and his fingers tighten on him as a whine leaks from where presses teeth against his throat, somewhere between an attempt to smother himself and taste him. ] Hhm—
[ In his fist, Pinocchio's cock twitches against his, the friction greased by his spend as he comes, his frame trembling under and against him. ]
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Shared, [ he echoes lowly, hips surging up as though he means to rut against him, jostling the larger man in his lap. ] That's so good.
[ Taking a bath had been an indulgence, to savor the warmth and less about getting clean. But this is indulgent in a new way, and he's in danger of soiling it. The puppet isn't in the frame of mind it takes to care, and his fingers tighten on him as a whine leaks from where presses teeth against his throat, somewhere between an attempt to smother himself and taste him. ] Hhm—
[ In his fist, Pinocchio's cock twitches against his, the friction greased by his spend as he comes, his frame trembling under and against him. ]