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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"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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