i'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck
It all unravels; for a few moments the chords of red and blue that seem to weave through the world wrap around his arms giving him strength. As Danta sings his praises the words seem to rise up, glistening and shimmering and giving the aviator something else to think about aside from the way the blonde's body is rooting against his own in a way that is somehow more than merely tangible. However as curses and pants and even his own name part from the Maverick's lips, the illusion is shattered, and with it come glass-sharp shards that cut through his muscles and his willpower.
Maybe one day Everest will be an audible-orgasmer, but for now, it's with his cheek held between his teeth and his breath locked in his stomach that he pulls the ancient against him for the last time before pitching forward against him with the force of his orgasm. Were it not for his reflexes and the way the ancient's hands were already against the wall, Ever might have properly collapsed them forward; luckily he reached out to stop himself with one hand against the wall. Trembling, the aviator released his grip of Danta's cock and instead slid it against the maverick's hip as he fought for breath.
Maybe one day Everest will be an audible-orgasmer, but for now, it's with his cheek held between his teeth and his breath locked in his stomach that he pulls the ancient against him for the last time before pitching forward against him with the force of his orgasm. Were it not for his reflexes and the way the ancient's hands were already against the wall, Ever might have properly collapsed them forward; luckily he reached out to stop himself with one hand against the wall. Trembling, the aviator released his grip of Danta's cock and instead slid it against the maverick's hip as he fought for breath.
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