[Now what does Barnabas think he’s doing with that? He doesn’t think… No. Absolutely not. Cid leaves Barnabs’ nipple alone with a farewell pinch, hand falling well below the water line to grasp the other man’s cock in his hand. He swallows thickly as he squeezes it. It’s heavy. It makes his heart pound in his chest and his blood rush in his ears.]
[He tilts his head to allow Barnabas more access to keep necking him all the while.]
Leaving little bruises are you? Are you going to make me wear a kerchief for the next week?
[His other hand slips to the back of his muscular neck, squeezing slightly, for nothing more than the pleasure of it.]
no subject
[He tilts his head to allow Barnabas more access to keep necking him all the while.]
Leaving little bruises are you? Are you going to make me wear a kerchief for the next week?
[His other hand slips to the back of his muscular neck, squeezing slightly, for nothing more than the pleasure of it.]