[ He dips his head down to capture Albert's lips again in a hungry kiss. It muffles the sound of his moans and whines as he feels those fingers brush over his gem, run through his fingers. His hand lets go of the man's hip so that he can grab onto the back of the couch instead, fingers gripping hard on the cushion, as he starts meeting the warm body beneath him.
Despite his show of before, his foot does still hurt from having kicked the table. That said that his thrusts are a little messier than they normally would be if he was not favoring his self-inflicted injury. But there is something enticing and exciting in that, as well. Maybe because it suits them -- that things should always just be a little imperfect between them.
He feels driven by feeling the tip of Albert's arousal slide along his stomach. It honestly burns a heat in him. His artificial hand on his hip pulls away to lightly wrap the fingers around the heated length. Pulling away from their kiss, he looks him carefully in the eyes as he starts to stroke him with his hand.
Moran doesn't say anything, however, but rather takes in the look of his beautiful face; his expression; the way his breath sounds. ]
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Despite his show of before, his foot does still hurt from having kicked the table. That said that his thrusts are a little messier than they normally would be if he was not favoring his self-inflicted injury. But there is something enticing and exciting in that, as well. Maybe because it suits them -- that things should always just be a little imperfect between them.
He feels driven by feeling the tip of Albert's arousal slide along his stomach. It honestly burns a heat in him. His artificial hand on his hip pulls away to lightly wrap the fingers around the heated length. Pulling away from their kiss, he looks him carefully in the eyes as he starts to stroke him with his hand.
Moran doesn't say anything, however, but rather takes in the look of his beautiful face; his expression; the way his breath sounds. ]