“That is my name, my love,” he agrees, moving right up against his lover, holding that eager body against his own. “Have you imagined what it would be like, were I to press you down into your bed?”
Jibril moans when the other presses back against him, the other's words stirring the heat of arousal all the more. His breath uneven as images came into his mind. He nods slightly.
They could have a bed if they moved but maybe they get the bed later because Jibril isn't even thinking about moving yet about getting to privacy. He whimpers as he arches his hips away from the wall.
"I want it, I want you," He wants everything the other would give him and for once he doesn't feel as shy as he usually does. Alcohol really can be helpful sometimes...
Oh, not shy at all. Rhy gasps in shock at the forwardness. And as much as he hates it, he pulls Jibril away from the wall, rushing for the door. He can pin the guy against it once they're on the other side.
Jibril is confused when he's pulled away from the wall and starts to protest but just as quickly they're inside the apartment and he's pinned to the door.
Jibril whimpers as the other keeps stroking him. His head drops once more back, breathing labored. "Rhy," he moans and as the other continues he's soon spilling over his hand.
Jibril nods and he swallows heavily looking at Rhy his cheek flush. If he weren't so drunk he might have been embarrassed. Instead he just searches out another kiss from him.
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"Yes."
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“So beautiful, my sweet lamb. Do you want that? I would give you all you ask.”
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"I want it, I want you," He wants everything the other would give him and for once he doesn't feel as shy as he usually does. Alcohol really can be helpful sometimes...
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"You'll have me."
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"Again and again?"
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"Yeah, as much as you want. As often, as much. Please.
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"Right now, here," Jibril whimpers.
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“Rhy,” he exhaled shakily when he pushes them as much as he can.
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"Please," Jibril moans, the sound getting higher as the other strokes him. His hips lift into the other's touch, grasping at the other's upper back.
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"Good my dear?"
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So eager in all the best ways.
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"Rhy, fuck me please," so vulgar when he's this drunk.
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"My dear, you are too worked up from your release to handle another pass now, aren't you?"
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"M...maybe," Jibril exhales shakily and looks at the other, but he leans to press his lips to his.
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