Kaden saw his hand and growled, not wanting him to jerk off to his climax again. He wanted to be the one giving him that high, making him cum instead of his own hand. As he sucked a little more, Kaden let go and moved as he grabbed Deiru's legs, put them over his shoulders and rubbed his cock against his boyfriends hole, the clamp still on his balls, but not as tight as before, so just slight amounts of pre cum had lathered the head of his shaft.
"Use me as practise. I can heal. Better yet, maybe those idiots you have to kill can make a good tes-" Kaden stopped, realizing what he was about to say was almost torture. Sighing, he stopped and shook his head. "I'm sure there are other ways." he grumbled while lining his cock up against Deiru's hole. "Now. I'm going to fuck you." he warned.
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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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