[An easy choice, indeed. It's a new one for Jeremiah—in practice not in concept, god, he wasn't born yesterday—but the look of intrigue and reddened cheeks says plenty. Hard not to, reaching out and sliding his touch over his leg, up the pale curve of his rump. The columns of his thighs are their own kind of tempting, the longer Jeremiah eyes them.]
We could try that.
[They're going to try, his mind already looks made up on that. On his feet like this, he needs to widen his stance yet, pressing briefly against the younger man to feel it out, how they fit together. Up close again, Jeremiah dips down to press a kiss to the back of his neck, still as fond of those little touches, hands to Angelo's hips. Like this, his cock simply rests against the bare cleft of his ass, coming back to full hardness. An idea to come back to later, should they meet like this again. For now, Jeremiah wets his hand, pulling back to slick his cock up that extra bit, working himself for a few strokes before looking down.
It looks just as suggestive, the backs of Angelo's thighs hot where he aligns the tip, then slides between the press of soft skin until their hips sit flush. Odd-feeling but pleasant, warm where he's nestled between Angelo's legs, just underneath his balls. The rest of their bodies align surprisingly comfortably even with their differences in height, pulling himself close and drawing a soft sigh from his lips.
Never let him claim not to default to being an affectionate lover, even under casual circumstances.]
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We could try that.
[They're going to try, his mind already looks made up on that. On his feet like this, he needs to widen his stance yet, pressing briefly against the younger man to feel it out, how they fit together. Up close again, Jeremiah dips down to press a kiss to the back of his neck, still as fond of those little touches, hands to Angelo's hips. Like this, his cock simply rests against the bare cleft of his ass, coming back to full hardness. An idea to come back to later, should they meet like this again. For now, Jeremiah wets his hand, pulling back to slick his cock up that extra bit, working himself for a few strokes before looking down.
It looks just as suggestive, the backs of Angelo's thighs hot where he aligns the tip, then slides between the press of soft skin until their hips sit flush. Odd-feeling but pleasant, warm where he's nestled between Angelo's legs, just underneath his balls. The rest of their bodies align surprisingly comfortably even with their differences in height, pulling himself close and drawing a soft sigh from his lips.
Never let him claim not to default to being an affectionate lover, even under casual circumstances.]