"Mmmh, I can't exactly counsel patience at this point, can I?" Azwel whispers. Not with the way his whole body trembles with desire, and especially not with the way Carden moves under him. Those nails in his skin pull a shaky moan from him, and his fingers probe the younger man's entrance, desperate now to know he can replace them.
Too desperate. Clearly Carden knows what sets Azwel's nerves aflame, what spirals his desire into incoherent need. He pulls his fingers out and sinks down onto him, the dripping tip of his cock pushing into him. He tries to do this slowly--he's in no mood to cause undue pain. He rolls his hips, easing himself in, his lips leaving a distracting trail under Carden's jaw.
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Date: 2020-06-29 02:58 pm (UTC)Too desperate. Clearly Carden knows what sets Azwel's nerves aflame, what spirals his desire into incoherent need. He pulls his fingers out and sinks down onto him, the dripping tip of his cock pushing into him. He tries to do this slowly--he's in no mood to cause undue pain. He rolls his hips, easing himself in, his lips leaving a distracting trail under Carden's jaw.