[ Hentzau watches in rapt attention as his cock is swallowed up with alarming enthusiasm with a pleased noise that's far too loud for their semipublic corridor - not that Rupert cares who might hear or see them. He's sure he can hear footsteps in the corridors above them but, fuck it, any bystanders will just have to start a queue.
But then - then Kavinsky changes pace, dropping down a gear, and Rupert sighs an open-mouthed aahhh of pleasure and frustration; fast was good, impatient was good, but god he could learn to love disgustingly slow and thorough too. He's being toyed with, he's sure of it, and the spasm of his hips, the jerking stab of his cock, silently demanding a faster, harder pace, is only half-hearted. Because, good God: ]
That's good -- [ The words are gasped, stuttered between breaths as he grins distractedly down at the impossibly lewd scene before him. But even Rupert knows that not everyone likes being told what a disgustingly wanton sight they look with their mouth full of gleaming wet cock, so Rupert distractedly asks in thinly-veneered politeness: ]
Would you like me -- ahh, Christ -- would you like me to tell you exactly how good-?
all nsfw all the time
But then - then Kavinsky changes pace, dropping down a gear, and Rupert sighs an open-mouthed aahhh of pleasure and frustration; fast was good, impatient was good, but god he could learn to love disgustingly slow and thorough too. He's being toyed with, he's sure of it, and the spasm of his hips, the jerking stab of his cock, silently demanding a faster, harder pace, is only half-hearted. Because, good God: ]
That's good -- [ The words are gasped, stuttered between breaths as he grins distractedly down at the impossibly lewd scene before him. But even Rupert knows that not everyone likes being told what a disgustingly wanton sight they look with their mouth full of gleaming wet cock, so Rupert distractedly asks in thinly-veneered politeness: ]
Would you like me -- ahh, Christ -- would you like me to tell you exactly how good-?