[The open-mouthed kiss is made all the more messy by Claude's increasingly desperate moans as Dimitri plays his body like a fine-tuned instrument. It's a struggle to keep his hands in place, but he wants to keep being good, and he likes the dull ache from the pressure against his ass.
He's shaking with desperation when Dimitri pulls back, the heated words in his ear scorching through him, tugging at the needy creature inside him.] Dima-- please, I need your cock! [He whimpers as Dimitri's fingers tease at his prostate again, precum dripping continuously from the tip of his untouched but straining cock. The shame of being made to beg has entirely left him at this point, he's so close to cumming.] Gods, please take me, fill me up Dima! I need you inside me!
( Perhaps it's his own straining cock becoming too much or how prettily Claude begs... Whatever it is, Dimitri feels something in him snap. A desperation to finally take his lover made stronger with every plea from Claude's lips.
There's no warning as his fingers slip carefully out of the other, his hands moving to support Claude's neck and back as he moves them. It's easy to roll them, to put Claude on his back beneath him on the center of their bed as he looks down at him. )
Ask me again, beloved. ( He orders, his hand moving to support himself on the bed as the other reaches for one of Claude's hand, leading it expectantly to the fastener of his pants. He settles easily between the slender thighs, using his knees to nudge them open further, waiting for Claude to undo his pants. )
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He's shaking with desperation when Dimitri pulls back, the heated words in his ear scorching through him, tugging at the needy creature inside him.] Dima-- please, I need your cock! [He whimpers as Dimitri's fingers tease at his prostate again, precum dripping continuously from the tip of his untouched but straining cock. The shame of being made to beg has entirely left him at this point, he's so close to cumming.] Gods, please take me, fill me up Dima! I need you inside me!
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There's no warning as his fingers slip carefully out of the other, his hands moving to support Claude's neck and back as he moves them. It's easy to roll them, to put Claude on his back beneath him on the center of their bed as he looks down at him. )
Ask me again, beloved. ( He orders, his hand moving to support himself on the bed as the other reaches for one of Claude's hand, leading it expectantly to the fastener of his pants. He settles easily between the slender thighs, using his knees to nudge them open further, waiting for Claude to undo his pants. )