It’s way too intense, unforgiving, overstimulating, and could not be fucking better. Riding the line between everything and too much, dragging out noise after noise after noise. Made filthy and then filled while the axis of Izzy’s world goes rolling merrily off kilter.
When he can’t take it anymore, when the crashing waves of pleasure threaten to turn ugly, it still takes Izzy a moment to push back Lucius’ shoulder for him to stop. But by that time the man may have, already.
Spent and whirling, Izzy drops his leg from where he’s had it hooked on the small of the other’s back, panting openly, warm and sweaty and sticky.
Were he younger, he might push for another round after a short respite. Tempting. Very tempting. But right now all he can to try to survive riding out the aftershock of both their climax.
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When he can’t take it anymore, when the crashing waves of pleasure threaten to turn ugly, it still takes Izzy a moment to push back Lucius’ shoulder for him to stop. But by that time the man may have, already.
Spent and whirling, Izzy drops his leg from where he’s had it hooked on the small of the other’s back, panting openly, warm and sweaty and sticky.
Were he younger, he might push for another round after a short respite. Tempting. Very tempting. But right now all he can to try to survive riding out the aftershock of both their climax.