[It's so intensely gratifying to feel Dorian's cock hardening under his touch, responding to him, almost as if obeying his command. His fingers wrap around his length as best they can, stroking him in time with his slow and deliberate thrusts.
At least until that beautiful plea reaches his ears.]
Please what, Dorian? Tell me what you want and it's yours.
[He knows what Dorian is asking for, of course he does, but there's something thrilling about hearing him say it, hearing him beg for it.]
no subject
At least until that beautiful plea reaches his ears.]
Please what, Dorian? Tell me what you want and it's yours.
[He knows what Dorian is asking for, of course he does, but there's something thrilling about hearing him say it, hearing him beg for it.]