"Shit," Kavinsky breathed out, a half-static laugh breaking out of his chest in the midst of it all. He couldn't keep up with his fingers in Lee any longer, too overwhelmed and the angle not right any more. Instead, he slid his fingers out, grazed them across his hips and then, a moment after, bent his legs up toward his chest, gripping the back of his thighs as he did it.
He knew exactly the picture it made of him, folding himself in half like that, exactly the sort of view and angle it gave. His eyes rolled with pleasure, and he moaned, loud and needy, with each of Lee's strong, almost brutal thrusts. It wasn't even that he was going particularly fast, or that he was mean at all; it was just thorough, and deep, and now, with Kavinsky lifting his knees to his ears and putting his ankles up to Lee's shoulders, it was all the more wicked.
His cock smeared against his belly, twitching. He didn't think he'd have to touch it at all to come; he didn't think he'd want to, honestly, if he could get away with it. He clenched around Lee fucking into him, toes curling so hard his feet ached a little.
"Fuck, daddy, don't stop. Don't stop, God, please." It became a mantra, a begging litany, barely English at all but colored with desperation.
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Date: 2016-03-07 11:15 am (UTC)From:He knew exactly the picture it made of him, folding himself in half like that, exactly the sort of view and angle it gave. His eyes rolled with pleasure, and he moaned, loud and needy, with each of Lee's strong, almost brutal thrusts. It wasn't even that he was going particularly fast, or that he was mean at all; it was just thorough, and deep, and now, with Kavinsky lifting his knees to his ears and putting his ankles up to Lee's shoulders, it was all the more wicked.
His cock smeared against his belly, twitching. He didn't think he'd have to touch it at all to come; he didn't think he'd want to, honestly, if he could get away with it. He clenched around Lee fucking into him, toes curling so hard his feet ached a little.
"Fuck, daddy, don't stop. Don't stop, God, please." It became a mantra, a begging litany, barely English at all but colored with desperation.