[ Trahearne tenses the knee Adelis leans on--not in an attempt to push him off, or in a display of dominance, but to make sure he gets the support he needs. Because the way he rides him, how his hips roll over him and how his breath quickens and that flash of heat that fills him whenever he comes all the way down makes this all fell really fucking good.
His own thrusts, his own tentative grip on Adelis's hips is his way, too, of using his ass to push him over the edge. All he can concentrate on as the thoughts in his mind melt further and further away is the friction on his dick, how the tension builds in his chest and his gut.
Outside. Not inside. Not in him?
He tries to parse it as Adelis grows more aggressive, as he meets the aggression with feverish thrusts and rounded fingers digging into flesh, the sound of flesh and frond smacking against each other louder than anything either of them have voiced, hand around Adelis's cock stroking faster, faster; a rush of bliss suddenly shoots through him, the lightness of release rippling through him as his back arches, as he throws his head back, and a sudden cry splits from his lips--
Ah. Not in him.
It's a fraction of a second too late that Trahearne finally understands what that means, and no matter how far down Adelis is, both hands clap onto his hips and forcibly rip him off his dick. A bit did get inside--he was too slow, too horny--but the rest spills out onto his torso as his cock falls to rest on his stomach.
But he does not stop there. Once Adelis is off, he pulls him straight back down onto his groin. He shudders, his whole body spasming beyond his control as he comes, the pressure--though nowhere as good as actually being inside of him--his relief as he rides out the rest of the waves of his orgasm. ]
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His own thrusts, his own tentative grip on Adelis's hips is his way, too, of using his ass to push him over the edge. All he can concentrate on as the thoughts in his mind melt further and further away is the friction on his dick, how the tension builds in his chest and his gut.
Outside. Not inside. Not in him?
He tries to parse it as Adelis grows more aggressive, as he meets the aggression with feverish thrusts and rounded fingers digging into flesh, the sound of flesh and frond smacking against each other louder than anything either of them have voiced, hand around Adelis's cock stroking faster, faster; a rush of bliss suddenly shoots through him, the lightness of release rippling through him as his back arches, as he throws his head back, and a sudden cry splits from his lips--
Ah. Not in him.
It's a fraction of a second too late that Trahearne finally understands what that means, and no matter how far down Adelis is, both hands clap onto his hips and forcibly rip him off his dick. A bit did get inside--he was too slow, too horny--but the rest spills out onto his torso as his cock falls to rest on his stomach.
But he does not stop there. Once Adelis is off, he pulls him straight back down onto his groin. He shudders, his whole body spasming beyond his control as he comes, the pressure--though nowhere as good as actually being inside of him--his relief as he rides out the rest of the waves of his orgasm. ]