we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
Trust a priest to be able to drive him wild. There's an itching in his fingertips that Ronin knows is from an urge to touch, to run his hands over Gideon's body, to explore and seek pleasure of his own. But he stifles it back - not that he has much of a choice - and his fingers flex in the back of the other man's hair as a hand comes to join the mouth making such expert motions on his cock.
Another curse slips from between his lips, especially as Gideon draws back a little and teases Ronin into thinking he really will stop. Except then he's drawing him in again, and a stuttered inhale cuts off into a gasp of pleasure. His hips want to rock into each stroke of the Priest's hand, and he resists - barely - in driving forward enough to force himself too far.
Still, with someone worshipping him like this, there's no chance of Ronin lasting very long. "I'm gonna cum," he warns as pressure starts to build at the base of his spine, a heat crackling through the length of him.
Another curse slips from between his lips, especially as Gideon draws back a little and teases Ronin into thinking he really will stop. Except then he's drawing him in again, and a stuttered inhale cuts off into a gasp of pleasure. His hips want to rock into each stroke of the Priest's hand, and he resists - barely - in driving forward enough to force himself too far.
Still, with someone worshipping him like this, there's no chance of Ronin lasting very long. "I'm gonna cum," he warns as pressure starts to build at the base of his spine, a heat crackling through the length of him.
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
