i'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck
But why would I care? Ever immediately wants to know, before the Maverick is throwing something else at him: fear, guilt, anxiety. Luckily the emotions don't take hold, he knew what an analogy was, knew the pair weren't in any imminent danger of being discovered or, gasp, getting in trouble.
Even so, the complexity of what was being asked was something the aviator couldn't rightly parse. What he did understand were time constraints, and so instead of working from a slower pace to a more feverish one as he had with Thorn, the aviator instead used his free hand to grasp at Danta's hip such that his first few thrusts were hard and fast.
"Come quickly, then." He whispered into Danta's ear, not sure if that was the right way of playing out the scenario, but assuming the other man would likely correct him if not. Rather than trying to remember the more nuanced things Thorn had taught him, Ever reached for Danta's cock, grasping it at the base in order to make the most of his strokes. Each time he thrust into the other man his hand moved back towards the ancient's body using the momentum on both ends to try and race them towards climax.
Even so, the complexity of what was being asked was something the aviator couldn't rightly parse. What he did understand were time constraints, and so instead of working from a slower pace to a more feverish one as he had with Thorn, the aviator instead used his free hand to grasp at Danta's hip such that his first few thrusts were hard and fast.
"Come quickly, then." He whispered into Danta's ear, not sure if that was the right way of playing out the scenario, but assuming the other man would likely correct him if not. Rather than trying to remember the more nuanced things Thorn had taught him, Ever reached for Danta's cock, grasping it at the base in order to make the most of his strokes. Each time he thrust into the other man his hand moved back towards the ancient's body using the momentum on both ends to try and race them towards climax.
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