Jesper lets out a soft moan at the wet heat of his mouth, and it's good Wylan's free hand is steadying him or he really might have choked him with the involuntary his hips tried to roll up into the feeling. "Mmm... Wylan..." he practically wines.
It's very hard to think about turning any tables when Wylan is working his tongue in all the most delicious ways on his most sensitive areas. He'd asked for this, really, so why would he do anything to end the road toward blinding, white-hot bliss? Fingers of one hand scraping across Wylan's neck, the other hand fisting into the sheets as he sees stars, Wylan's name passing his lips in a moan.
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Date: 2021-07-22 08:52 pm (UTC)It's very hard to think about turning any tables when Wylan is working his tongue in all the most delicious ways on his most sensitive areas. He'd asked for this, really, so why would he do anything to end the road toward blinding, white-hot bliss? Fingers of one hand scraping across Wylan's neck, the other hand fisting into the sheets as he sees stars, Wylan's name passing his lips in a moan.