He tipped his head forward so that his chin came to rest against his chest as the scraping burn of stubble against the back of his neck. As someone who had come to love having stubble, the rough slide of it against his smooth skin was wonderful, especially when it was paired with that particular growl.
"Nothing good lasts unless you covet it yourself," he murmured softly, the entirely jaded part of him by long years of let downs was talking. He had long ago learned to do things for himself and with his own strength, which made this an inopportune time to talk. At the same time, he couldn't think of a better time either, what with the pleasure and hormones soaking them to their cores. It kept them honest. "Right now, I won't be more than five feet from you."
There was nothing more to it as Wilson stimulated him, and his hips rocked with the motions of that hand and his own. He was soon fully hard again, arching and rolling his body as he tipped his head to one side, exposing the bloody teeth imprint on his main scent gland.
"...maybe," he huskily groaned. He didn't trust easily.
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"Nothing good lasts unless you covet it yourself," he murmured softly, the entirely jaded part of him by long years of let downs was talking. He had long ago learned to do things for himself and with his own strength, which made this an inopportune time to talk. At the same time, he couldn't think of a better time either, what with the pleasure and hormones soaking them to their cores. It kept them honest. "Right now, I won't be more than five feet from you."
There was nothing more to it as Wilson stimulated him, and his hips rocked with the motions of that hand and his own. He was soon fully hard again, arching and rolling his body as he tipped his head to one side, exposing the bloody teeth imprint on his main scent gland.
"...maybe," he huskily groaned. He didn't trust easily.