There is something a touch more calculated in the way Pet moves, the reactions coming slower than if he were simply moving on instinct, that breath of thought catching him up every time. It makes it no less sincere when he breathes, [say]”I like it when you make me feel good.”[/say]
[say]”Please. Please bite me.”[/say] Pet gasps softly, writhing under his husband, trying to arch up and roll his hips and offer his neck out all at once. Even if there isn’t a physical heat in him, there is still the thrill of anticipation, hungry eyes focused on Adam. He couldn’t be more desperate if he pulled the other man down to him, which he starts to, impatience seizing Pet quickly.
[say]”Please. Please bite me.”[/say] Pet gasps softly, writhing under his husband, trying to arch up and roll his hips and offer his neck out all at once. Even if there isn’t a physical heat in him, there is still the thrill of anticipation, hungry eyes focused on Adam. He couldn’t be more desperate if he pulled the other man down to him, which he starts to, impatience seizing Pet quickly.
