[Choke me, choke me, McGillis commands, without uttering another salacious word. And of course the good general gets what he wants, because he fucks hard for his food, as he always has and always would. While he wasn't likely to get off on Jeremiah's merit, he nevertheless appreciates the effort—appreciates it so much that he starts to touch himself through the suit—and it was obvious enough that he was still painfully hard from the whole affair. Much like Jeremiah, throbbing away in his mouth, ready to burst at any moment. Poor little put upon noble.
So he will make it good for the man. In fact, he will make it downright great, so amazing that he will have this exchange to compare to every other in this damnable world. Even half-shut, his eyes seem to taunt him; even robbed of the ability to speak, he goads Jeremiah towards climax. He continues to show off, shamelessly so, that he could and would continue to suck cock as it pleases him. He won't halt and he won't hesitate and he will shrug off every criticism because he was going to change the world. And he would start by ridding the hangar of that thing.
Or at least moving it someplace he could no longer see it. Small steps, really.
For now, though, McGillis will sit there and suffer. And he will suffer oh so sweetly, because he really wasn't kidding: he loves to suck cock and he loves to please men who think they are above his charms. Because nobody really was and that was part of the problem; just ask the friend he betrayed for the sake of that beautiful world. For now, though, enjoy the show.]
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So he will make it good for the man. In fact, he will make it downright great, so amazing that he will have this exchange to compare to every other in this damnable world. Even half-shut, his eyes seem to taunt him; even robbed of the ability to speak, he goads Jeremiah towards climax. He continues to show off, shamelessly so, that he could and would continue to suck cock as it pleases him. He won't halt and he won't hesitate and he will shrug off every criticism because he was going to change the world. And he would start by ridding the hangar of that thing.
Or at least moving it someplace he could no longer see it. Small steps, really.
For now, though, McGillis will sit there and suffer. And he will suffer oh so sweetly, because he really wasn't kidding: he loves to suck cock and he loves to please men who think they are above his charms. Because nobody really was and that was part of the problem; just ask the friend he betrayed for the sake of that beautiful world. For now, though, enjoy the show.]