"Of course I'm not!" There's incredible offense in his tone, but he's far too distracted to really put any bite to the words. Fingers slip over warm flesh, and the slow burn of pleasure that follows confirms his incredible suspicions. It's strange, yes, but perhaps not the strangest thing he's ever experienced in his life. Maybe it's even a little fun, if he's being honest with himself, and he allows himself to become distracted for a moment as he traces his fingers over the ridges that now decorate his cock.
Reaching back up, he takes Mattheiu's hand and brings it down between the both of them, canting his hips until he's able to rut both lengths against the man's palm. "Lucky, don't you think?"
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Date: 2017-04-02 03:54 am (UTC)From:Reaching back up, he takes Mattheiu's hand and brings it down between the both of them, canting his hips until he's able to rut both lengths against the man's palm. "Lucky, don't you think?"