His shirt unbuttoned, Bruno languidly works his way free of it, arching his spine. A soft sound accompanies it, and when Kronid's hands slide along his thighs he lets his legs fall to either side. He pants for breath.
The tune winds around his mind, drawing another sound from him as his eyes fall shut. His hands reach out to stroke at whatever part of the other man he can reach. He swallows, adam's apple bobbing, the pulse at his throat almost visible. His throbbing, swollen cock has grown hard, and he can't quite keep his hips still.
Tilting his head back, he lets his thoughts drop away, his mind sinking further and further away with every touch. An almost plaintive sound hums in his throat.
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Date: 2022-03-21 09:45 am (UTC)The tune winds around his mind, drawing another sound from him as his eyes fall shut. His hands reach out to stroke at whatever part of the other man he can reach. He swallows, adam's apple bobbing, the pulse at his throat almost visible. His throbbing, swollen cock has grown hard, and he can't quite keep his hips still.
Tilting his head back, he lets his thoughts drop away, his mind sinking further and further away with every touch. An almost plaintive sound hums in his throat.