The full realization of such a sentiment hits Scott as his hair fans out around him, no longer held back by that ribbon and spraying across the bed. It's quite long, especially for a guy, but it truly suits him, his affection growing just a bit more as he continues to thrust into him, rhythm only faltering for a moment when he arches into him; Scott swears that he slid even deeper from such movement.
A part of him wants to tease Qinghua for being so noisy, but he doesn't want to make him possibly self-conscious. Not to mention, he enjoys his sounds, every little cry and curse and it only further drives him, a clawing need to suddenly go harder and dominate the man that's so enthusiastic in his own pleasure. It's not a feeling Scott gets often, wanting to fully own another, but he only lets that thought drive him, adjusting his angle so that he can hit that spot that caused such a reaction in the first place.]
Do you have any idea how you look right now?
[Scott breathes out, pace increasing harder and faster, making sure to pull out almost entirely and slamming back in on a couple of deep thrusts. His balls thrum from his own pleasure, feeling himself squeezed inside that clenching warmth, and one hand snakes around to tightly grip the leaking erection that's straining below him, almost cruelly holding it firm.] A-all splayed out like this?
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The full realization of such a sentiment hits Scott as his hair fans out around him, no longer held back by that ribbon and spraying across the bed. It's quite long, especially for a guy, but it truly suits him, his affection growing just a bit more as he continues to thrust into him, rhythm only faltering for a moment when he arches into him; Scott swears that he slid even deeper from such movement.
A part of him wants to tease Qinghua for being so noisy, but he doesn't want to make him possibly self-conscious. Not to mention, he enjoys his sounds, every little cry and curse and it only further drives him, a clawing need to suddenly go harder and dominate the man that's so enthusiastic in his own pleasure. It's not a feeling Scott gets often, wanting to fully own another, but he only lets that thought drive him, adjusting his angle so that he can hit that spot that caused such a reaction in the first place.]
Do you have any idea how you look right now?
[Scott breathes out, pace increasing harder and faster, making sure to pull out almost entirely and slamming back in on a couple of deep thrusts. His balls thrum from his own pleasure, feeling himself squeezed inside that clenching warmth, and one hand snakes around to tightly grip the leaking erection that's straining below him, almost cruelly holding it firm.] A-all splayed out like this?