Fingers slid over sweat-slick skin, tracing paths of fire, sparking heat that seeped directly into Jigano's bloodstream, even more intoxicating than the honeybeer. He shivered beneath that touch, adoringly obedient as he tilted his jaw up, eyes sliding closed as he begged for the touch to last just a little longer. He turned his head into the stroke over his cheek and sighed in bliss as strong fingers finally slid into his hair, silent reassurance and the encouragement he had been seeking.
He was lost, his smile seemed to say. Joyfully, willingly lost. And he was found. And then he wasn't thinking about much of anything at all, other than the salten heat that filled his mouth, and the taste of Rory on his tongue as he slid it down the hunter's shaft and up again, sucking tentatively at first and then with more confidence as he found how much he could take - and what he could do with it, moaning low and deep against the length inside him. His clawless hand shifted, curling firmly around his lover's base as Rory had done for him, squeezing gently in a quickening rhythm.
Rory had been as ready and willing as he had, earlier, but the hunter had delayed his own satisfaction to bring him his, first. The blond had been patient, and generous, and kind, and as much as Jigano wanted to draw out his lover's pleasure in return, he had made the other man wait long enough. His mouth was slick and hot as he moved up and down, eyes closed as he focused entirely on bringing his partner to climax, tuned to the hunter's body with every other sense. Rory's breathing was a symphony in his ears, the scent of sex mixed inextricably with that of the hunter's skin and sweat drowning out all others. The feel of the cock in his hand was both gift and reminder of the power he currently wielded, but his mouth gave only praise and encouragement as he sucked and licked, shifting his clever tongue to stroke against the underside of Rory's shaft at an increasing pace, urging him closer and closer towards that final bright precipice.
He was lost, his smile seemed to say. Joyfully, willingly lost. And he was found. And then he wasn't thinking about much of anything at all, other than the salten heat that filled his mouth, and the taste of Rory on his tongue as he slid it down the hunter's shaft and up again, sucking tentatively at first and then with more confidence as he found how much he could take - and what he could do with it, moaning low and deep against the length inside him. His clawless hand shifted, curling firmly around his lover's base as Rory had done for him, squeezing gently in a quickening rhythm.
Rory had been as ready and willing as he had, earlier, but the hunter had delayed his own satisfaction to bring him his, first. The blond had been patient, and generous, and kind, and as much as Jigano wanted to draw out his lover's pleasure in return, he had made the other man wait long enough. His mouth was slick and hot as he moved up and down, eyes closed as he focused entirely on bringing his partner to climax, tuned to the hunter's body with every other sense. Rory's breathing was a symphony in his ears, the scent of sex mixed inextricably with that of the hunter's skin and sweat drowning out all others. The feel of the cock in his hand was both gift and reminder of the power he currently wielded, but his mouth gave only praise and encouragement as he sucked and licked, shifting his clever tongue to stroke against the underside of Rory's shaft at an increasing pace, urging him closer and closer towards that final bright precipice.
