[Curiously, perhaps selfishly too, Floyd wonders if Riddle’s done this with anyone else. At school, at home, right under his mama’s nose… Riddle’s surprised him before, after all. Or, for all Floyd knows (and secretly hopes), he’s Riddle’s first.
But he forgets to ask. He forgets to see, speak, breathe, because soon he’s enrobed in the most luxurious, mind numbing heat he’s ever known. Far better than his own hand, leagues better than some dumb toy.
With Riddle settled down to the hilt, Floyd thinks he can catch his breath long enough to think straight, but, oh, how wrong he is. Of course, Riddle infamously works on his own terms. His own rules, his own sentencing, come before the verdict. In other words: maybe Riddle knows how to get what he wants just as much as Azul. A greedy little goldfish… Floyd can’t wait to devour him.]
Right~?
[he coos, drawing Riddle close. He feels himself leaking—hot and sticky inside the smaller boy’s hole.]
You should’ve called me sooner~ I would’ve taken good care of you.
[For emphasis, Floyd thrusts his hips upward and bottoms out, gyrating to keep himself sheathed for a few seconds longer.]
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But he forgets to ask. He forgets to see, speak, breathe, because soon he’s enrobed in the most luxurious, mind numbing heat he’s ever known. Far better than his own hand, leagues better than some dumb toy.
With Riddle settled down to the hilt, Floyd thinks he can catch his breath long enough to think straight, but, oh, how wrong he is. Of course, Riddle infamously works on his own terms. His own rules, his own sentencing, come before the verdict. In other words: maybe Riddle knows how to get what he wants just as much as Azul. A greedy little goldfish… Floyd can’t wait to devour him.]
Right~?
[he coos, drawing Riddle close. He feels himself leaking—hot and sticky inside the smaller boy’s hole.]
You should’ve called me sooner~ I would’ve taken good care of you.
[For emphasis, Floyd thrusts his hips upward and bottoms out, gyrating to keep himself sheathed for a few seconds longer.]