[Interesting, McGillis thinks through the haze. Was it really self-restraint, some proper sense of decorum, or something else that held those hips at bay? Unintentionally, it sparks a bit of that competitive nature, as McGillis was a man of considerable pride—even and especially with sex. If Jeremiah wasn't shuddering and sighing, then he wasn't trying hard enough. Even though at this stage they were both past hard, as McGillis' eyes briefly slide shut from the attention. Not for too long, though, then they flicker back up, pupils blown and pitch black.
And he was slipping, slowly but surely. Not with technique, but into that heady space where he couldn't care about anything or anyone. Just his partner, just himself, orbiting around their needs and attending to them as if he couldn't live otherwise. Something like submission, maybe, as his hips bid for further friction and he opens wider for Jeremiah. Draws that swollen cock deeper into his mouth, halfway to the root, tonguing at its underside and groaning at the taste. Looking at him now, it was difficult to argue that was still just a favor. Still a reluctant task.
Although no longer angry, heat has risen to his face. It colors his cheeks as he starts to suck in the rest, filling that sassy mouth with cock.]
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And he was slipping, slowly but surely. Not with technique, but into that heady space where he couldn't care about anything or anyone. Just his partner, just himself, orbiting around their needs and attending to them as if he couldn't live otherwise. Something like submission, maybe, as his hips bid for further friction and he opens wider for Jeremiah. Draws that swollen cock deeper into his mouth, halfway to the root, tonguing at its underside and groaning at the taste. Looking at him now, it was difficult to argue that was still just a favor. Still a reluctant task.
Although no longer angry, heat has risen to his face. It colors his cheeks as he starts to suck in the rest, filling that sassy mouth with cock.]