Being held open, spread back open like that, bullied a noise out of Kavinsky that was as much moan as it was swearing. He tilted his hips toward Lee's mouth, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment, just letting himself feel everything--heat and wetness and desire, the twitch of his cock and the twist in his stomach that spoke of how badly he wanted to come. His fingers itched to touch himself, but he wasn't quite there, not yet. Nearly, but not quite.
He looked down, just in time to see Lee looking up at him with dark eyes and filthy intent, and he did swear that time, thick and long and prophetic in Bulgarian, a string of filth that almost made him flush.
Finally, he let his fingers fist around his cock.
"'m not gonna last, daddy," he whispered. "Fuck, you're too good. It's too good, daddy, God. Wanna come so badly. Please...please, can I come?" He shivered, desperate, as he smeared his precome along his cock and squeezed his twitching cock. "I wanna taste your come from my ass, too, daddy. Fuck. Oh, fuck."
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Date: 2016-03-14 11:06 am (UTC)From:He looked down, just in time to see Lee looking up at him with dark eyes and filthy intent, and he did swear that time, thick and long and prophetic in Bulgarian, a string of filth that almost made him flush.
Finally, he let his fingers fist around his cock.
"'m not gonna last, daddy," he whispered. "Fuck, you're too good. It's too good, daddy, God. Wanna come so badly. Please...please, can I come?" He shivered, desperate, as he smeared his precome along his cock and squeezed his twitching cock. "I wanna taste your come from my ass, too, daddy. Fuck. Oh, fuck."