i'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck
"Stand up." With more experience, the aviator might have been able to say the words and have them sound like a command, but at least for the time being they sounded a good deal more like a request—even a plea—more than anything else. Still, assuming Danta obliged him, the aviator would rise onto his knees to keep himself in line with the other man's cock. Crookedly Ever glanced up at the ancient, his smile dimpling one side of his cheek, before his blue eyes focused on the ancient's erection. Grasping at the base of it, the aviator poured the powder from the edge of his hand to the tip, before glancing back at Danta as if for permission.
As he'd done before, Everest took the line easily, moving from his fist to the head of Danta's cock in what might almost have looked like a practiced motion. Naked and boyish, Everest's eyes fluttered for a moment before he reached out with his free hand to grasp the back of Danta's thigh for purchase. "I wouldn't want to miss any." He mused in an entirely reasonable tone, before taking the entirety of the man's length into his mouth (and throat) while maintaining eye contact.
He gagged, because of course he did, but no one had ever told Everest that he needn't, and so it was with a dog-like determination that he focused on breathing through his nose as his tongue wrapped around the ancient's cock, tasting the third eye he'd missed on his first pass.
As he'd done before, Everest took the line easily, moving from his fist to the head of Danta's cock in what might almost have looked like a practiced motion. Naked and boyish, Everest's eyes fluttered for a moment before he reached out with his free hand to grasp the back of Danta's thigh for purchase. "I wouldn't want to miss any." He mused in an entirely reasonable tone, before taking the entirety of the man's length into his mouth (and throat) while maintaining eye contact.
He gagged, because of course he did, but no one had ever told Everest that he needn't, and so it was with a dog-like determination that he focused on breathing through his nose as his tongue wrapped around the ancient's cock, tasting the third eye he'd missed on his first pass.
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