i'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck
Despite the way his eyes are tearing up, the sounds of encouragement from Danta's lips seem to soften his gag reflex and coat his throat. Pressing his lips around the ancient as if he were a popsicle, the aviator pulls back, fully intent on savouring each and every speck of third eye lingering on the other man's cock. Whorls of colour appear around the Maverick's face as Ever looks up at him, the hand he'd used to steady himself on Danta's thigh tightening and softening with the movement of his head.
Wondering to himself what he could do to make things better for the ancient—he'd come here to learn from Danta, but gods if his need to please wasn't an instinct that was hard to ignore—Ever reached down between his thighs where his own cock was begging to be touched. Recalling what the Maverick had said and what he'd shown him in the parlour with the couples who liked to watch, he grasped tentatively at his own erection as he gazed up at the Maverick, stroking himself in time with quietly choking himself on the other man's cock.
Wondering to himself what he could do to make things better for the ancient—he'd come here to learn from Danta, but gods if his need to please wasn't an instinct that was hard to ignore—Ever reached down between his thighs where his own cock was begging to be touched. Recalling what the Maverick had said and what he'd shown him in the parlour with the couples who liked to watch, he grasped tentatively at his own erection as he gazed up at the Maverick, stroking himself in time with quietly choking himself on the other man's cock.
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