You're My Favorite Deputy! 4
anonymous
June 18 2011, 21:45:49 UTC
"I can control it in most situations." He huffed out, still clinging to whatever shred of dignity he could muster up, not entirely convinced to let his guard down so quickly.
A cocky grin spread across Buzz's face at this revelation. He was one of the few that could get this reaction out of him. He rather enjoyed it. Suddenly he sat down, pulling Woody down with him so that he was seated in his lap, facing him. Buzz's hand wandered back to the string as his mouth sought out a spot on Woody's neck pressing soft kisses here and there as he gently tugged on the string.
"Buzz...I...I..." Woody's protests were growing weaker and weaker as his pants grew tighter, finally giving up when Buzz's tongue found a spot just below his ear, letting out a low moan.
"C'mon Sheriff. Just one night." Buzz whispered against his ear, tugging the string out again, holding it tightly and easing it slowly back in so that the voice box didn't activate. Woody clung tight to Buzz, little sparks of pleasure crashing through him with each movement of the string, his hips rocking down hard against Buzz's.
Woody was shocked to learn how dirty Buzz's mouth could get. Perhaps he'd picked something up from Andy's internet porn phase they'd all tried so hard to ignore. Yet here he was repeating lines right back in his ear, and Woody was loving every single second of it.
"That's right cowboy..." He purred as he tugged the string again and again, thinking he'd never get used to the way Woody's body shook, the way he rolled his hips against him each time. "...You love this, don't you? Mr. Ringleader, the head of the gang, the guy always in charge suddenly under someone else's control."
All Woody could muster was a whimper. If he didn't get some sort of attention to his cock, and soon, he was going to implode. He could feel how hard Buzz beneath him, he knew where this was going, he just wished it would get there faster.
"Buzz...I...please..." He gasped finally, rocking his hips down hard against Buzz's. "I-I-I need...I need more." He groaned, burying his face in Buzz's neck.
Buzz laughed and let go of the pull string, bringing both hands to Woody's jeans, dancing his fingers along his hardened length. "Hmmm. I think you can do better than that, Sheriff. I think...you should beg."
A cocky grin spread across Buzz's face at this revelation. He was one of the few that could get this reaction out of him. He rather enjoyed it. Suddenly he sat down, pulling Woody down with him so that he was seated in his lap, facing him. Buzz's hand wandered back to the string as his mouth sought out a spot on Woody's neck pressing soft kisses here and there as he gently tugged on the string.
"Buzz...I...I..." Woody's protests were growing weaker and weaker as his pants grew tighter, finally giving up when Buzz's tongue found a spot just below his ear, letting out a low moan.
"C'mon Sheriff. Just one night." Buzz whispered against his ear, tugging the string out again, holding it tightly and easing it slowly back in so that the voice box didn't activate. Woody clung tight to Buzz, little sparks of pleasure crashing through him with each movement of the string, his hips rocking down hard against Buzz's.
Woody was shocked to learn how dirty Buzz's mouth could get. Perhaps he'd picked something up from Andy's internet porn phase they'd all tried so hard to ignore. Yet here he was repeating lines right back in his ear, and Woody was loving every single second of it.
"That's right cowboy..." He purred as he tugged the string again and again, thinking he'd never get used to the way Woody's body shook, the way he rolled his hips against him each time. "...You love this, don't you? Mr. Ringleader, the head of the gang, the guy always in charge suddenly under someone else's control."
All Woody could muster was a whimper. If he didn't get some sort of attention to his cock, and soon, he was going to implode. He could feel how hard Buzz beneath him, he knew where this was going, he just wished it would get there faster.
"Buzz...I...please..." He gasped finally, rocking his hips down hard against Buzz's. "I-I-I need...I need more." He groaned, burying his face in Buzz's neck.
Buzz laughed and let go of the pull string, bringing both hands to Woody's jeans, dancing his fingers along his hardened length. "Hmmm. I think you can do better than that, Sheriff. I think...you should beg."
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