"Soon darling, soon," he works out, carelessly dropping his jacket behind him with little care. It's difficult to think of much else than the reaper writhing against him, and he falters for a moment as he hisses through his teeth and ruts against Matthieu. "Not going to hurt you-"
But the bottle is in his hands and he swiftly flicks the top off and slicks himself with a practiced hand, discarding the thing after closing it again.
With a shift of his tail he draws himself up, fingers wrapping around his reaper's thighs to help position. "Breathe."
The words are whispered into Matthieu's hair only a moment before he slowly starts to lower the man down, sinking into him with a low groan.
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Date: 2017-05-06 10:46 pm (UTC)From:But the bottle is in his hands and he swiftly flicks the top off and slicks himself with a practiced hand, discarding the thing after closing it again.
With a shift of his tail he draws himself up, fingers wrapping around his reaper's thighs to help position. "Breathe."
The words are whispered into Matthieu's hair only a moment before he slowly starts to lower the man down, sinking into him with a low groan.