[ He watches, raptly, as that smile appears and disappears in the blink of an eye with the movements of his hand, the rock of the hips into his in time with each stroke. Drawing that sort of reaction out of somebody does wonders for his own arousal, grip barely stuttering at the fingers digging in as Trahearne speaks. He sounds good, he thinks. But he'd like to hear more. ]
Isn't somebody confident. [ Adelis' voice is more breathy, but no less focused, as he finally peels his hand off the other's cock, moving to tip the bottle in his hand and let it drip over his fingers. He's rather meticulous, so only a stray drop or two slips down to splatter against Trahearne's stomach. ] I'm eager to see how well you can live up to it.
[ But if he says so! He shifts his hips up a bit so he can drag his fingers to his own entrance, but still keep contact- all the better so the other can do nothing but listen as he sinks a finger into himself. He'd normally keep himself quiet, but just for this, he punctuates each glide of his slick digits with a soft gasp, free hand pressed to the side of the taller man's stomach for better balance.
One becomes two, and as he scissors them and stretches himself out, he keeps his gaze trained on the other's face, on the rise and fall of his chest- just to urge him forward, with the final press of a third into himself. Adelis does pride himself on patience, but the coil in his stomach grows hotter the more his fingers work, and really, this is more then he'd usually give himself, anyway.
After what feels like ages, he finally pulls his fingers free, before shifting himself up just a bit further- so he can wrap slick fingers around Trahearne again and give it a few cursory strokes to wet it proper. It's here that Adelis finally up and lines the cock up with his entrance, a press of his hips down to let the tip breach him.
And when he sinks downwards, he does it painfully, agonizingly slow- Trahearne did say he was patient, after all. Surely he can handle this much. ]
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Isn't somebody confident. [ Adelis' voice is more breathy, but no less focused, as he finally peels his hand off the other's cock, moving to tip the bottle in his hand and let it drip over his fingers. He's rather meticulous, so only a stray drop or two slips down to splatter against Trahearne's stomach. ] I'm eager to see how well you can live up to it.
[ But if he says so! He shifts his hips up a bit so he can drag his fingers to his own entrance, but still keep contact- all the better so the other can do nothing but listen as he sinks a finger into himself. He'd normally keep himself quiet, but just for this, he punctuates each glide of his slick digits with a soft gasp, free hand pressed to the side of the taller man's stomach for better balance.
One becomes two, and as he scissors them and stretches himself out, he keeps his gaze trained on the other's face, on the rise and fall of his chest- just to urge him forward, with the final press of a third into himself. Adelis does pride himself on patience, but the coil in his stomach grows hotter the more his fingers work, and really, this is more then he'd usually give himself, anyway.
After what feels like ages, he finally pulls his fingers free, before shifting himself up just a bit further- so he can wrap slick fingers around Trahearne again and give it a few cursory strokes to wet it proper. It's here that Adelis finally up and lines the cock up with his entrance, a press of his hips down to let the tip breach him.
And when he sinks downwards, he does it painfully, agonizingly slow- Trahearne did say he was patient, after all. Surely he can handle this much. ]