Maybe this is something that they'll need to revisit at a later date when they can take their time. Maybe they'll mutually agree they're never talking about this again. Either way, this time can't be dragged out and Gustavain's pace speeds, thrusts still strong enough to rattle Phillip down to the core.
There's a moment right at the end, where it almost feels like Gustavain falters for a moment. Robbed of the ability to see him, Phillip can't wholly be sure, but it feels like his hips stagger for a moment and there's a breathier,
"Oh fuck... oh Halone..." that seems incongruous with the rest. But the hand moves from his cock a moment later to grip his hips tighter, pulling him backwards to meet each thrust forwards, now, and it somehow tips forward even more into being taken, robbed now of any of his own momentum.
"Mine," is growled out a moment later, "Mine. Mine. Mine." Each word is a thrust, deep, fingers raising bruises on his hips from how hard he's pulling Phillip back against him, covetous and possessive.
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Date: 2021-05-28 03:28 pm (UTC)Maybe this is something that they'll need to revisit at a later date when they can take their time. Maybe they'll mutually agree they're never talking about this again. Either way, this time can't be dragged out and Gustavain's pace speeds, thrusts still strong enough to rattle Phillip down to the core.
There's a moment right at the end, where it almost feels like Gustavain falters for a moment. Robbed of the ability to see him, Phillip can't wholly be sure, but it feels like his hips stagger for a moment and there's a breathier,
"Oh fuck... oh Halone..." that seems incongruous with the rest. But the hand moves from his cock a moment later to grip his hips tighter, pulling him backwards to meet each thrust forwards, now, and it somehow tips forward even more into being taken, robbed now of any of his own momentum.
"Mine," is growled out a moment later, "Mine. Mine. Mine." Each word is a thrust, deep, fingers raising bruises on his hips from how hard he's pulling Phillip back against him, covetous and possessive.