[From the look in his eye, Jeremiah doesn't think it's terrible at all, but he's always been a sucker for the power of suggestion. Then again he's got at least the starts of another idea, if it ends up appealing to the both of them. The obscene noises finally stop when he slides his mouth off, slick-sounding and enough to avert his gaze for a flushed moment. Licking the excess spit from his lips, Jeremiah looks back up, his own breathing swift as he allows himself a smirk, feeling just a little salacious for it.]
Not yet.
[Curling around, one of Jeremiah's hands presses flush to the inside of Angelo's thigh, his skin hot and impossibly soft under his palm. Beneath, he can feel the taut give of muscle, and squeezes down a bit out of an inevitable greed. If only he had a slightly more active imagination, the solution would occur to him.]
I'd like to do more, but would prefer somewhere more comfortable. [And with the proper supplies, though Jeremiah has yet to discover how easily those things can simply appear if one simply looks enough places. Nowhere is he hinting that they should take the time to excuse themselves, either. Even neglected, Jeremiah's still too hard to go anywhere without finishing what they've started.] For now...
[For now, he'd still like a way they could come together, so he pushes himself to his feet, back to towering over the younger man and realizing that aligning their heights to stroke their dicks together might be harder than he'd imagined. Help him out?]
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Not yet.
[Curling around, one of Jeremiah's hands presses flush to the inside of Angelo's thigh, his skin hot and impossibly soft under his palm. Beneath, he can feel the taut give of muscle, and squeezes down a bit out of an inevitable greed. If only he had a slightly more active imagination, the solution would occur to him.]
I'd like to do more, but would prefer somewhere more comfortable. [And with the proper supplies, though Jeremiah has yet to discover how easily those things can simply appear if one simply looks enough places. Nowhere is he hinting that they should take the time to excuse themselves, either. Even neglected, Jeremiah's still too hard to go anywhere without finishing what they've started.] For now...
[For now, he'd still like a way they could come together, so he pushes himself to his feet, back to towering over the younger man and realizing that aligning their heights to stroke their dicks together might be harder than he'd imagined. Help him out?]