"Indeed. We'll talk in the morning, Ziggy. When I'm a bit more--ah! Sober."
It was becoming near unbearable to not just let go and allow his body what it desperately craved. What the angel craved so much was his lover currently sheathed around his aching cock. Yet, he wanted to explore this new side of Jack; the pouch and how it was making the man feel. He could feel Ziggy guiding his fingers to which parts of the pouch he should feel. It felt amazing what empathic feelings he was still getting off both men.
"Oh--"
Just hearing him cry out in pleasure was the angel's cue and then came the hair pull. Fuck. Biting down on Jack's other shoulder, Balthazar uttered a near guttural cry of pleasure of his own as he began to fuck his lover with abandon. His hips pistoning up in a strong but steady rhythm, just getting lost in the sexual high, throwing his head back and moaning like a whore. Deep, loud cries of pleasure as he thrust his cock in between Jack's buttocks, pushing past the tight ring of muscle to slam against his prostate each time. If, indeed, it was were the angel assumed it would be. His fingers sliding over the raised slick nub inside the pouch.
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on 2020-11-02 07:44 pm (UTC)It was becoming near unbearable to not just let go and allow his body what it desperately craved. What the angel craved so much was his lover currently sheathed around his aching cock. Yet, he wanted to explore this new side of Jack; the pouch and how it was making the man feel. He could feel Ziggy guiding his fingers to which parts of the pouch he should feel. It felt amazing what empathic feelings he was still getting off both men.
"Oh--"
Just hearing him cry out in pleasure was the angel's cue and then came the hair pull. Fuck. Biting down on Jack's other shoulder, Balthazar uttered a near guttural cry of pleasure of his own as he began to fuck his lover with abandon. His hips pistoning up in a strong but steady rhythm, just getting lost in the sexual high, throwing his head back and moaning like a whore. Deep, loud cries of pleasure as he thrust his cock in between Jack's buttocks, pushing past the tight ring of muscle to slam against his prostate each time. If, indeed, it was were the angel assumed it would be. His fingers sliding over the raised slick nub inside the pouch.