The grip tightened along Aoki’s legs, hitching him up a bit more so Cresil could get a better angle. Whenever he felt his partner move, twitch, or tense up, his large cock would be squeezed tightly, only allowing more of his semen to seep into his boyfriends greedy hole.
Cresil was purely turned on by the fact that Aoki didn’t mind, or actually liked his blood. He was beginning to formulate a few devious plans in his head until he felt the amazing sensation of the demons mouth biting his neck again. This time it felt a bit harder.
“Ah fuck!” Cresil hissed, inclining his head back for a moment before gazing down, admiring once more as a faint trace of blood became present along his chest. “You really asked for it now baby.” Cresil sighed along Aoki’s ear.
Getting himself and his boyfriend comfortable, Cresil began to slowly get harder, faster as his hips pushed up to fuck the man even rougher now. He still held back, just a little bit so he wouldn’t hurt Aoki, but he was getting pretty forcible as he felt the increase of his own pleasure.
Looking into Aoki’s eyes for a split second, Cresil couldn’t stop from glancing down at the mans bouncing cock between them. If he had an extra hand, he’d be glad to jerk that nice cock off while he drove inside of his ass. Grunting loudly as he slapped his spurting dick into Aoki, Cresil kept moving, trying to find Aoki’s sweet spot.
“Come on, let me see you jerk that cock off for me.” He enthused hotly.
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"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
~Ernest Gaines
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