[ the massage earns all kinds of sounds of the eager persuasion from eiden, his body shivering as he laves opened mouthed against baptiste's nipples like a man starved. his eyes are warm and slightly glazed over with the continuous touching of his sac as he squirms inside of him, wanting to thrust but settling for rocking inside of him with each little aborted motion.
maybe he likes being called "good" at least it shows by the look in his eyes - how his pupils fatten, dark and wide as he licks and nips his way up his collarbone, savoring and tasting the heat of his skin with bliss. ]
Nnngh... you feel so hot... inside... perfect for me... hah...
[ he gropes his waist hungrily, seeking his mouth again with a growl, wanting to thrust away but remaining good, knowing he needs to work for it. every touch to his balls gains another new, mounting sound, a desperate mewl or a soft swear. inevitably, a hand might find baptiste's hair, sliding through from the nape and grabbing for a bit of a tease, a tug as he playfully jerks his hips up, gives the showman a bounce in his lap.
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maybe he likes being called "good" at least it shows by the look in his eyes - how his pupils fatten, dark and wide as he licks and nips his way up his collarbone, savoring and tasting the heat of his skin with bliss. ]
Nnngh... you feel so hot... inside... perfect for me... hah...
[ he gropes his waist hungrily, seeking his mouth again with a growl, wanting to thrust away but remaining good, knowing he needs to work for it. every touch to his balls gains another new, mounting sound, a desperate mewl or a soft swear. inevitably, a hand might find baptiste's hair, sliding through from the nape and grabbing for a bit of a tease, a tug as he playfully jerks his hips up, gives the showman a bounce in his lap.
just a reminder of who is inside of him. ]