canceller: (what of it?)
Jeremiah Gottwald ([personal profile] canceller) wrote 2020-10-03 04:31 am (UTC)

I don't think I could.

[Jeremiah's intrigue hits him hard at times, occasionally more than can be for his own good. He doubts it's so in this case, so chase it he will. It's easy to lose perspective on how long they've been in here, Angelo's orgasm only a slight surprise to him as it slicks his hand, trickles down hot where he's trapped between those thighs. He doesn't last much longer, either, reaching a harsher rhythm at the end, enough to rattle the door on its hinges, rocking Angelo with him and stifling his groans behind pursed lips. It leaves another layer of mess on the door, on the shorter man's pale skin, hopefully not too much on that uniform he'd tried to mind.

Not that that's in the forefront as he comes down, panting over his shoulder and drawing his arm around Angelo's middle, bare where his clothes hang open, just anchoring them for a minute. His softening cock slips free, and he finally spares a glance to the toilet paper on the wall, just barely out of reach.]


Mm. Shall I clean us up? [Because he's just raring to pull away, clearly.]

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