then pull me to the backseat

i'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck

Nearly choking on his own tongue as the Maverick lavishes his cock with lubricant, Ever's vision begins to spin and dance as the increase in his heart rate sends the third eye flooding through his system anew. As Danta strikes a pose against the wall, the aviator takes a moment to try and learn something from the moment, rather than just letting his cock rush him through. Though his mouth felt incredibly dry, he could still recall the whiskey-smoke taste of the Maverick's lips, the way it had felt to have Danta's lean body pressed against his own, and the way he'd wanted to just throw away any further opportunities for learning when the ancient had slicked his cock with lube as if a handjob right then and there would have been the greatest pleasure.

Moving slowly towards the Maverick, Everest reached for the base of his own cock in order to better line himself up with the ancient. Slow at first, Thorn had told him, and at that time that had seemed like obvious and easy advice to follow. Quickly, though, the aviator learned just how much willpower the first few strokes required, if only because the urge to thrust himself all the way in nearly had his teeth chattering.

Reaching out to brace one hand against the wall by the ancient's head, as Everest slowly worked his way inside the other man, he leaned forward to press the scruff of his cheek against Danta's. "Tell me how you want to be fucked."

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