[Each rock of their bodies sends another rolling wave of pleasure through Baptiste's body. The kisses on his side become increasingly sloppy - a hum interrupting a twirl of tongues or a spit-slick lips slipping from the throes of a kiss to give in to the nibbles Eiden offers.
When his hair is grabbed, Baptiste lets out a wanton moan that replaces the next (bratty) command to fall from his mouth. His head shifts with the hold; his wandering eyes catching a searching look from Eiden. The return of a sharp smirk twitches at his features - a twitch in time with another deep thrust.
He's beyond fine with this: devoted to the image of a good show even as the other draws out any sense he has left. Blonde hair stuck to his forehead, a sheen of sweat glistening over his flesh - he knows he's certainly a sight to behold-
And then Eiden strokes his cock and the haughtiness melts into something far more shameless. His chest quivers with a gasped breath as fingers and palm tease out a tapestry of moans and something far more incoherently French. The well of pleasure unfurls in his gut as a delicious, familiar heat builds to its peak- The drawl of syllables is brought to a sudden halt when the other pulls back. A gasp. A breathless "Ah, bastard-" that is dripping with stunned adoration.
His cock twitches; the tight coil of pleasure balanced precariously on the edge. His hips buck, grinding into the other's cock as if he could upset Eiden's rhythm and bring himself to completion anyway.
An play made in vain, as the new angle just reminds his body desperately that he has yet to come. He lets out a groan, loud and almost desperately compliant.] Yes, fuck- I will, I will so fill me up...! Eiden-!
I return from my own mini-hiatus! Thanks for patience! <3
When his hair is grabbed, Baptiste lets out a wanton moan that replaces the next (bratty) command to fall from his mouth. His head shifts with the hold; his wandering eyes catching a searching look from Eiden. The return of a sharp smirk twitches at his features - a twitch in time with another deep thrust.
He's beyond fine with this: devoted to the image of a good show even as the other draws out any sense he has left. Blonde hair stuck to his forehead, a sheen of sweat glistening over his flesh - he knows he's certainly a sight to behold-
And then Eiden strokes his cock and the haughtiness melts into something far more shameless. His chest quivers with a gasped breath as fingers and palm tease out a tapestry of moans and something far more incoherently French. The well of pleasure unfurls in his gut as a delicious, familiar heat builds to its peak- The drawl of syllables is brought to a sudden halt when the other pulls back. A gasp. A breathless "Ah, bastard-" that is dripping with stunned adoration.
His cock twitches; the tight coil of pleasure balanced precariously on the edge. His hips buck, grinding into the other's cock as if he could upset Eiden's rhythm and bring himself to completion anyway.
An play made in vain, as the new angle just reminds his body desperately that he has yet to come. He lets out a groan, loud and almost desperately compliant.] Yes, fuck- I will, I will so fill me up...! Eiden-!