“You’re way to stubborn for your own good.” Cresil grumbled. It strated off as fun but now Cresil was growing impatient.
That smile. The older man wanted to just fuck the hell out of him and turn it into something much more erotic. It was as though Aoki was mocking him, something that the demon wasn’t very fond of.
With built up pleasure, need, and sugar, Cresil stopped with the foreplay and cut to the chase. Gripping Aoki’s legs, he pushed them apart, slapping his ass harshly and glaring at the younger man. “I’m not fucking you until you ask for it.”
Bringing his hand up to his mouth, Cresil sucked on his index finger, coating it with his saliva before bringing his hand down and pushing his wet finger into his boyfriends hole, getting in as deep as his hand would allow before withdrawing and pushing back in just as hard as the last time. The tight sensation of Aoki’s insides made Cresil groan in need. It was nearly torturous to wait another minute, but he wasn’t going to let Aoki get what he wanted that easily.
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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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