The body below him clenched at the spread, and Cicero knew the Listener was unconsciously trying to keep him from entering, but Cicero was such a sadistic fool, Cicero wasn’t going to stop. No, Cicero was getting what he wanted! And the Listener was asleep, so what could the Listener do?
Cicero was so deep! The Listener’s body had taken him all the way in! Cicero groaned and steadied himself. It would do no good if he came before he wanted to. When Cicero was sure, he pulled back until only the tip was sheathed, before plunging back into the depths. His hips angled as he thrust, searching for that spot he’d massaged not moments ago. When he found it, the clench of the Listener’s body loosened only slightly and the body itself thrashed and bucked.
Oh, the Listener was a wonderful sight below him! Sweat glistened in the torch light, body flushed with exertion and pleasure, and bright red eyes staring at him with lust, both for his death and for release.
The Listener was apparently awake.
Cicero didn’t stop, a happy grin on his face as he continued to plunge into the Listener who could only close his eyes and arch his back while gripping at the bed. More noises escaped from the Listener while awake, Cicero realized as he hit that one spot over and over, Dyorn’s lips letting out the sweetest moans and groans. Cicero’s thrusts grew stronger as he looked down on the Listener, the heady dose of supremacy arousing him as he fucked this powerful, mighty, sweet, beautiful Listener until he was crying out.
The Listeners cock was bouncing against a strong belly, hard and throbbing once more. Cicero reached for it, gripping it as he thrust, pumping it in tune. The Listener cried out, body arching into the sensation.
The Listener was close again, and Cicero wasn’t that far behind. Cicero groaned as the walls of his Listener, of his gorgeous elf, squeezed tightly down on him. The Listener was still for a moment before he came once more, crying out in Cicero’s name. The Keeper thrust twice, three times before he too released into the bowels of his elf.
His elf, his Listener, his gorgeous wonderful beautiful caring Listener, gave him a death glare as he slipped out. Not that it was all that threatening with his body limp in the afterglow, but Cicero couldn’t help but giggle in return.
“We will talk about this Jester,” the Listener said even as said merry man fell onto the bed beside him. “After I don’t feel so… exhausted.”
Cicero could only giggle as the Listener fell back to sleep. He’d only been keeping the Listener, what kind of trouble could he get into for that?
Keeping the Listener : 4/4
Cicero was so deep! The Listener’s body had taken him all the way in! Cicero groaned and steadied himself. It would do no good if he came before he wanted to. When Cicero was sure, he pulled back until only the tip was sheathed, before plunging back into the depths. His hips angled as he thrust, searching for that spot he’d massaged not moments ago. When he found it, the clench of the Listener’s body loosened only slightly and the body itself thrashed and bucked.
Oh, the Listener was a wonderful sight below him! Sweat glistened in the torch light, body flushed with exertion and pleasure, and bright red eyes staring at him with lust, both for his death and for release.
The Listener was apparently awake.
Cicero didn’t stop, a happy grin on his face as he continued to plunge into the Listener who could only close his eyes and arch his back while gripping at the bed. More noises escaped from the Listener while awake, Cicero realized as he hit that one spot over and over, Dyorn’s lips letting out the sweetest moans and groans. Cicero’s thrusts grew stronger as he looked down on the Listener, the heady dose of supremacy arousing him as he fucked this powerful, mighty, sweet, beautiful Listener until he was crying out.
The Listeners cock was bouncing against a strong belly, hard and throbbing once more. Cicero reached for it, gripping it as he thrust, pumping it in tune. The Listener cried out, body arching into the sensation.
The Listener was close again, and Cicero wasn’t that far behind.
Cicero groaned as the walls of his Listener, of his gorgeous elf, squeezed tightly down on him. The Listener was still for a moment before he came once more, crying out in Cicero’s name. The Keeper thrust twice, three times before he too released into the bowels of his elf.
His elf, his Listener, his gorgeous wonderful beautiful caring Listener, gave him a death glare as he slipped out. Not that it was all that threatening with his body limp in the afterglow, but Cicero couldn’t help but giggle in return.
“We will talk about this Jester,” the Listener said even as said merry man fell onto the bed beside him. “After I don’t feel so… exhausted.”
Cicero could only giggle as the Listener fell back to sleep. He’d only been keeping the Listener, what kind of trouble could he get into for that?
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