He kept trying to talk. He didn't even really know why. The words slicked over his mouth until they all ran together into nothing. Jack and fuck and everything.
He was all lit up inside. Himself and his own pleasure and this whole encounter so blissed out perfect on the edge of what should have been such an ordinary day. But there he twined, Jack and his sweet tracery of darkness blown out through his own senses.
So, he felt it when he came, more than the gloss come out on his fingers and that so clench on his cock. He felt it and it was his own, spilled out and gone to this place where he almost hurt all over again, but instead...
Zephyr was a sweaty, slick mess over Jack. His eyeliner had run and his hair gone a tangled mess.
But it was so good. It was all so, so good.
He started to laugh as his thighs gave out and he slid that last time closer Jack. Sprawled with him and bit and cried out.
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He kept trying to talk. He didn't even really know why. The words slicked over his mouth until they all ran together into nothing. Jack and fuck and everything.
He was all lit up inside. Himself and his own pleasure and this whole encounter so blissed out perfect on the edge of what should have been such an ordinary day. But there he twined, Jack and his sweet tracery of darkness blown out through his own senses.
So, he felt it when he came, more than the gloss come out on his fingers and that so clench on his cock. He felt it and it was his own, spilled out and gone to this place where he almost hurt all over again, but instead...
Zephyr was a sweaty, slick mess over Jack. His eyeliner had run and his hair gone a tangled mess.
But it was so good. It was all so, so good.
He started to laugh as his thighs gave out and he slid that last time closer Jack. Sprawled with him and bit and cried out.