"Mmmn. Lindsey." Shivered at the mouth on his throat, dipping forward and flicking his tongue along his chin before sitting up again with a wicked grin.
"I like it."
Settled more fully on Lindsey's thighs, jeans gaping at the holes along his knees and legs as he braced himself on his shoulders. "Lindsey the Lawyer."
He finally slipped his fingers free with a moan, blinking dark green eyes down at the guy pumping his dick.
Reaching behind him, he stroked that cock below him, finding it just as hard a it was a moment before, if not more. Oh yeah, Dean still had it. Fucking his own hand always kept the party rolling.
Licked his lips as he slid down, freezing and moaning as he was breeched. Yeah, some of it was rehearsed. Hard to break habits. But there was more truth behind the hitches of breath, the words he mumbled. He hissed as he slid down on the thick length, eyes wide and dilated.
He let his head fall back again heavily, gasping rough as Dean slowly slid down on him, making him moan deep in his throat. Teeth at his lip, hands gripping those almost sharp hips.
Fighting not to just rear up, drive in deep.
Whore or not, he was tight and he didn't think all of his reactions were fake, though he didn't doubt they were played up.
He hissed as Dean started fucking himself on his dick, hips arching up every now and then just the slightest bit, biting back a strangled sound as he slid down oh so slowly.
Bit deep into his lip, head coming up to watch the younger man's face, hands kneading hot along his hips, ass, thighs. Sliding everywhere at once to counter the exquisite pleasure pain of the achingly slow descent.
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"I like it."
Settled more fully on Lindsey's thighs, jeans gaping at the holes along his knees and legs as he braced himself on his shoulders. "Lindsey the Lawyer."
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Slid one hand up into the soft hair, his other hand stroking along his bare spine.
"Sounds like a character on Sesame Street."
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"Something tells me you're far from Sesame Street, Champ." He tilted his head, grinning.
"Don't think those eyes have ever been good."
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Rolling his eyes lazily, cradling the back of his head as his fingers stroked along his scalp.
"My mama would probably agree."
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Reaching behind him, he stroked that cock below him, finding it just as hard a it was a moment before, if not more. Oh yeah, Dean still had it. Fucking his own hand always kept the party rolling.
Licked his lips as he slid down, freezing and moaning as he was breeched. Yeah, some of it was rehearsed. Hard to break habits. But there was more truth behind the hitches of breath, the words he mumbled. He hissed as he slid down on the thick length, eyes wide and dilated.
"Shit, gonna split me in half, damn man..."
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Fighting not to just rear up, drive in deep.
Whore or not, he was tight and he didn't think all of his reactions were fake, though he didn't doubt they were played up.
"Jesus, you feel so damned good."
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Started fucking himself, rocking slow at about halfway, swallowing his sounds and rolling his hips, working himself down inch by inch. "God, fuck..."
Couldn't help the needy gasp as he slid down excrutiatingly slow, aching to just slam himself down, feel all of it at once.
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Bit deep into his lip, head coming up to watch the younger man's face, hands kneading hot along his hips, ass, thighs. Sliding everywhere at once to counter the exquisite pleasure pain of the achingly slow descent.
Gasping raw, nails biting gently.
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