The overload has taken the edge off that searing need, released some of the pent up desire he has so long harboured for the copter. Swindle is in a euphoric haze of satiation. But it's far from complete, and he wants a lot more. The copter is right there, leaning over him, pinning him, and Swindle can feel that guttural desire raging, simmering, not quite read to activate again yet but not far off.
Vortex is - mmmnnn - just - well fraggin' onturning! Swindle thinks: He is just beautiful! And he's my team mate! And most of Nexusville wants him although they'd never admit it. And I'm going to have him - he's here asking me what I want. I can just lay here and tell him and let him take me, lose myself in him.
It's a delicious proposition. But what does Swindle want? He thinks about that. I want him to slowly frag me - I want to go mad with need but I want to see him beside himself also because of it. To be turned on and to turn him on - oh yeah - I am gonna soo turned on, but I am going to make him build up and explode! The thought sends the charge rising rapidly in Swindle again.
Now where to start. Swindle looks up into the red optics, his own very purple and liquid. The copter is fantastic and the desire feels wonderful. He's going to enjoy this.
The overload has taken the edge off that searing need, released some of the pent up desire he has so long harboured for the copter. Swindle is in a euphoric haze of satiation. But it's far from complete, and he wants a lot more. The copter is right there, leaning over him, pinning him, and Swindle can feel that guttural desire raging, simmering, not quite read to activate again yet but not far off.
Vortex is - mmmnnn - just - well fraggin' onturning! Swindle thinks: He is just beautiful! And he's my team mate! And most of Nexusville wants him although they'd never admit it. And I'm going to have him - he's here asking me what I want. I can just lay here and tell him and let him take me, lose myself in him.
It's a delicious proposition. But what does Swindle want? He thinks about that. I want him to slowly frag me - I want to go mad with need but I want to see him beside himself also because of it. To be turned on and to turn him on - oh yeah - I am gonna soo turned on, but I am going to make him build up and explode! The thought sends the charge rising rapidly in Swindle again.
Now where to start. Swindle looks up into the red optics, his own very purple and liquid. The copter is fantastic and the desire feels wonderful. He's going to enjoy this.
"Kiss me ...."
It seems like a good enough place to start.
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He tugs Swindle's arms above his head, clasping both wrists in one hand.
//No demands.//
There are smears of high grade on Swindle's hands; he leans forward and sucks each finger clean.
//Ask nicely.//
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