Fade Rift IC: Inbox

[dreadinquisitor]

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His blood and his heart thumped with the sound of his name - it was incredibly erotic, and he made a promise to himself to get Maxwell to say his name like that many, many more times before the night was done. His head pressed up against Maxwell's palms before he sunk down again, sliding his lips painstakingly slowly down the shaft - almost worshipful in its slow deliberation.

Lowly he groaned against his skin, humming against the heated flesh.

[dreadinquisitor]

It was torment. A sharp, sweet pain that set off little flares of light in his eyes; that set an ache in his knuckles, his hands griping so hard. A muscle jerked low in his stomach, hips straining for release, wanting to move... But he willed himself to lay still, to let Gavin's mouth work tortuously down.

He enjoyed the bite, as much as pleasure.

He allowed himself only the small shift of his leg, thigh moving up enough to rub against the underside of Gavin's cock. A flex of hard muscle, pressing and releasing in a smooth, firm stroke.

A little turnabout (wanting to give, wanting Gavin to burn) as his skin shuddered and the head of his cock began to weep.

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Gavin's cheeks hollowed as he began to suck - his tongue swirling around heated flesh and drawing the taste of salt into his mouth.

Maxwell dragged against him and Gavin moaned around Maxwell's cock, eyelids flickering as his body moved back against him - rutting slowly against the man's leg.