"Got to be fast. 'S for... for when I need-" he whimpers. But what he needs is lost in the following kisses and petting.
Jim likes being over him. Likes it when Illario rides him. Likes it when Illario fucks him in turn, and he wants that, all of that. Just the words make Illario's body shudder in pleasure; his skin hot where they touch, his heart hammering hard in his chest. All he wants is for them to press together, head to toe, for Jim to touch him everywhere, claim him utterly.
He is about to say so, but before the words leave his lips Jim's fingers stroke across Illario's chest, guiding his nipple to a point and Illario groans, head tipping back. Then, unable to help himself, his own hand slips up to his other nipple, copying the teasing touch.
"You're so good," he purrs, his hand guiding down, over the taut muscle of his ribs, down to his belly, Illario's gaze hazy with want. He enjoys letting Jim touch him where and when he wants, getting more and more wound up with every passing second. He can't help but squirm, hole twitching.
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Jim likes being over him. Likes it when Illario rides him. Likes it when Illario fucks him in turn, and he wants that, all of that. Just the words make Illario's body shudder in pleasure; his skin hot where they touch, his heart hammering hard in his chest. All he wants is for them to press together, head to toe, for Jim to touch him everywhere, claim him utterly.
He is about to say so, but before the words leave his lips Jim's fingers stroke across Illario's chest, guiding his nipple to a point and Illario groans, head tipping back. Then, unable to help himself, his own hand slips up to his other nipple, copying the teasing touch.
"You're so good," he purrs, his hand guiding down, over the taut muscle of his ribs, down to his belly, Illario's gaze hazy with want. He enjoys letting Jim touch him where and when he wants, getting more and more wound up with every passing second. He can't help but squirm, hole twitching.