[ kavinsky's lips are perfect for this sort of thing, murphy thinks, while he watches them slip around his cock head, bright and slick and full, looking so plush and pretty. he wants to reach out and run the pad of his thumb over them, but everything's a little too spinny and his mind's a little too overwhelmed to consider more motor function that just gently pulsing his hips up, eyes half lidded and dark as he watches more of his straining cock slip between those lips.
he feels hot and wet and perfect, murphy's fingers in his hair petting the strands back, like a sort of drunken fixation, loving the texture and feel of his hair, obsessed with the curves of k's features while the rest of his world is doing this weird, surreal rippling thing. ]
Pretty, pretty please. Cherry on top. [ murphy babbles out, half moaned in parts, dick hard and throbbing on kavinsky's tongue, fingertips scratching at his scalp and hips trying to fuck gradually up into his mouth. ]
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he feels hot and wet and perfect, murphy's fingers in his hair petting the strands back, like a sort of drunken fixation, loving the texture and feel of his hair, obsessed with the curves of k's features while the rest of his world is doing this weird, surreal rippling thing. ]
Pretty, pretty please. Cherry on top. [ murphy babbles out, half moaned in parts, dick hard and throbbing on kavinsky's tongue, fingertips scratching at his scalp and hips trying to fuck gradually up into his mouth. ]