[The exchange of hungry mouths that swap spit and muffle words is intoxicating as it is. As if every movement of Eiden’s tongue coaxed yet another modicum of sense from Baptiste’s mind - a man overwrought with the amplified sensation of a delicious warmth that embraced him from several fronts. A desperate lick as if he could possibly ask for more and the shudder of a man clearly greedy and rendered thoughtless in the final few bucks of Eiden’s hips follow before a new heat tears through him.
Eiden’s release fills him with a heat that causes a yell to catch in his throat. He chokes on his own voice, his head falling back to shout as the effects of that delicious little fruit build to a finale Baptiste couldn’t have prepared for. The other’s release gathers inside of him with a fiery fullness that borders on overwhelming. The feeling of balancing on a tightrope lasts for only a moment before Eiden’s teeth in his shoulder allow him to fall. The combined sensation of teeth and fill tear a gash into the blossoming well of pleasure that had curled within his own gut. It bursts, sending a wave of pleasure through the older man that causes Baptiste’s form to shudder. His load comes like a shot - heated and frantic - as his own seed splatters onto the other man’s chest and abdomen. Cum dribbles down his shaft to meet Eiden’s fingers as Baptiste’s body folds. His weight presses into Eiden’s to push him back into the lounging chair - his hands clumsily searching to hold or cling in the buzz of his afterglow.
His breath hitches, panting as he attempts to gather himself. Most vocalizations never make it out of his throat without being distorted or swallowed up by his own breathlessness. Only one sentiment is able to stand out amongst the rest:]
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Eiden’s release fills him with a heat that causes a yell to catch in his throat. He chokes on his own voice, his head falling back to shout as the effects of that delicious little fruit build to a finale Baptiste couldn’t have prepared for. The other’s release gathers inside of him with a fiery fullness that borders on overwhelming. The feeling of balancing on a tightrope lasts for only a moment before Eiden’s teeth in his shoulder allow him to fall. The combined sensation of teeth and fill tear a gash into the blossoming well of pleasure that had curled within his own gut. It bursts, sending a wave of pleasure through the older man that causes Baptiste’s form to shudder. His load comes like a shot - heated and frantic - as his own seed splatters onto the other man’s chest and abdomen. Cum dribbles down his shaft to meet Eiden’s fingers as Baptiste’s body folds. His weight presses into Eiden’s to push him back into the lounging chair - his hands clumsily searching to hold or cling in the buzz of his afterglow.
His breath hitches, panting as he attempts to gather himself. Most vocalizations never make it out of his throat without being distorted or swallowed up by his own breathlessness. Only one sentiment is able to stand out amongst the rest:]
Holy fuck....