[ There's a lot of length to cover, so much to take in. Their scents mingling together, alongside the smell of... well, he supposes it's the smell of sex.
There's another whimper that bubbles up as his body is slowly eased down, his eyes fluttering closed at the feeling. It's so hard not to lose himself then and there. His opposite's dick is basically a natural aphrodisiac, easily coated in Riddle's own fluids as he pressed further down.
Both hands finally make it up to Floyd's shoulders, fingers curling against him. He can't take the slow pace, even if he knows he should pace himself.
So. His body tenses in response, sure, but he's shoving himself all the way down, a choked moan escaping the housewarden as he hilts Floyd inside of him. He doesn't stop there-- oh, no. There's too much that he wants.
Pulling himself up partway, he starts to try and find a pace that he can manage, but fuck he's already shaking, a patch of wetness forming at the front of his underwear as his dick leaks with pre. ]
Haa... [ Can Floyd see how delirious he is? How set he is on having as much as he wants? ] ... why... do I always deal with this alone? This feels so, so much better.
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There's another whimper that bubbles up as his body is slowly eased down, his eyes fluttering closed at the feeling. It's so hard not to lose himself then and there. His opposite's dick is basically a natural aphrodisiac, easily coated in Riddle's own fluids as he pressed further down.
Both hands finally make it up to Floyd's shoulders, fingers curling against him. He can't take the slow pace, even if he knows he should pace himself.
So. His body tenses in response, sure, but he's shoving himself all the way down, a choked moan escaping the housewarden as he hilts Floyd inside of him. He doesn't stop there-- oh, no. There's too much that he wants.
Pulling himself up partway, he starts to try and find a pace that he can manage, but fuck he's already shaking, a patch of wetness forming at the front of his underwear as his dick leaks with pre. ]
Haa... [ Can Floyd see how delirious he is? How set he is on having as much as he wants? ] ... why... do I always deal with this alone? This feels so, so much better.