Mateo
Should'a seen what I wore
I had a cane and a party hat
I had a cane and a party hat
Mateo's lips part at the slow and unyielding press of Vesper's cock inside him, but the moan that drags its way from his throat is stifled into something muffled and desperate by the clinging shadows, his fingers biting into the shelving as if he might be able to write his pleasure into them instead. Exhaling roughly through his nose and relishing the feel of the other man's hot breath against his neck, the soft tremble against his back, he can't help but to roll his hips teasingly into the grinding pressure.
The crackle of pleasure from that small movement alone has his thoughts catching like dry kindling in the small space, and another stifled moan punches out of him and into the pressure of the shadows as he's readjusted, shifting sideways and faced, quite suddenly, with their reflections. Unable to speak but more than capable of offering his praise and approval in other ways, as the shadows continue to writhe and curl around his body and he's pulled back against the other man's cock, Mateo's breath hitches and his eyes catch Vesper's gaze in the mirror. Harder. More. Please.
The crackle of pleasure from that small movement alone has his thoughts catching like dry kindling in the small space, and another stifled moan punches out of him and into the pressure of the shadows as he's readjusted, shifting sideways and faced, quite suddenly, with their reflections. Unable to speak but more than capable of offering his praise and approval in other ways, as the shadows continue to writhe and curl around his body and he's pulled back against the other man's cock, Mateo's breath hitches and his eyes catch Vesper's gaze in the mirror. Harder. More. Please.
I was the king of this hologram
where there's no such thing as getting out of hand
where there's no such thing as getting out of hand
