i'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck
Hearing his own breath hitch at the sound of the Maverick's approval—vocalizing his pleasure wasn't something he was explicitly comfortable with at all times—the aviator clutched the ancient closer as his one finger was joined by another in an attempt to coax more of those moans from the other man.
Parting his lips in anticipation of the Maverick's mouth, Danta would feel the aviator's eagerness to his whispered question in the flinching of his cock against Danta's own. "I'll try." Ever whispered back boldly, not one to overcommit himself but not seeing any reason why he wouldn't be capable of such a thing. Smoothing his palm against Danta's ass so that his fingers could stretch out and clutch at as much of it as he could, the aviator selfishly pressed down for a moment as his hips rose in an attempt to squeeze just that much more out of their current position before relenting.
"You'll have to show me how." He said in a husky voice as he glanced around the room. "I could lift you in my arms, or press you facing the wall, or.." Surely there were other ways. Eagerly, because gods if being instructed to please someone wasn't exactly the sort of thing that had the aviator's knees nearly buckling, the aviator reached out to trail his fingertips across the Maverick's hips before brushing the inside of his thigh as if trying to rid himself of all his soft caresses.
Parting his lips in anticipation of the Maverick's mouth, Danta would feel the aviator's eagerness to his whispered question in the flinching of his cock against Danta's own. "I'll try." Ever whispered back boldly, not one to overcommit himself but not seeing any reason why he wouldn't be capable of such a thing. Smoothing his palm against Danta's ass so that his fingers could stretch out and clutch at as much of it as he could, the aviator selfishly pressed down for a moment as his hips rose in an attempt to squeeze just that much more out of their current position before relenting.
"You'll have to show me how." He said in a husky voice as he glanced around the room. "I could lift you in my arms, or press you facing the wall, or.." Surely there were other ways. Eagerly, because gods if being instructed to please someone wasn't exactly the sort of thing that had the aviator's knees nearly buckling, the aviator reached out to trail his fingertips across the Maverick's hips before brushing the inside of his thigh as if trying to rid himself of all his soft caresses.
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