[He'd asked for slower, so he offers no fuss as the other man sets his pace. McGillis paints an awfully nice picture doing so, pink tongue working him, touch deft but so precise that every one leaves him aching for a little more. Even a tease this nice is satisfying in its own way.
Then he draws the head into his mouth, and Jeremiah groans in the back of his throat, his grip on the bar tensing. Just like when they'd kissed, his mouth is scalding hot, greedy lips wrapped snug around him. The touch below nearly gets his hips shifting again, but he doesn't want to knock McGillis's angle off. Not when he's being treated so nicely.
Of course he reaches right back when the other man presses to his leg, giving a few curious nudges until he finds the right movement, stroking over his crotch. The give to his cock to the relative hardness of Jeremiah's body has him mindful but firm, shifting occasionally to rub on either side.]
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Then he draws the head into his mouth, and Jeremiah groans in the back of his throat, his grip on the bar tensing. Just like when they'd kissed, his mouth is scalding hot, greedy lips wrapped snug around him. The touch below nearly gets his hips shifting again, but he doesn't want to knock McGillis's angle off. Not when he's being treated so nicely.
Of course he reaches right back when the other man presses to his leg, giving a few curious nudges until he finds the right movement, stroking over his crotch. The give to his cock to the relative hardness of Jeremiah's body has him mindful but firm, shifting occasionally to rub on either side.]