[His breath ticks up a little sharper, groaning in the back of his throat from Angelo's efforts, the bite of nails a pleasant burn digging into him. Jeremiah starts rocking forward only slightly, just to drag that little extra friction out of it, rather than to push any deeper than he is. He may take it perfectly well, and it would be so easy for him to lose it like this, but there's other things he wants.
Jeremiah's words come out in slight huffs as he answers, still transfixed on that pretty, unabashed face. His own must betray all the options he has to consider, some more feasible than others. There isn't the space he likes to spread him out, nor the patience to do it here.]
Let me use my mouth, too. [He may only brush the outside of Angelo's thigh with his calf, but he's looking between his legs, then his face again.] Just for a while.
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Jeremiah's words come out in slight huffs as he answers, still transfixed on that pretty, unabashed face. His own must betray all the options he has to consider, some more feasible than others. There isn't the space he likes to spread him out, nor the patience to do it here.]
Let me use my mouth, too. [He may only brush the outside of Angelo's thigh with his calf, but he's looking between his legs, then his face again.] Just for a while.