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.
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.
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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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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.