[ Mishka's coy, sweet voice does something to Trahearne, something he doesn't quite understand at this point. He understands that Mishka compliments his size, shedding light on the fact that he'd been fucking him, but to hear it put in that way has him gulping, unable to truly form any words in response.
Not like he needs to, because the warm, wet tongue on him has his eyes fall shut, ripples of a different kind of pleasure shooting through him. He breathes, trying not to fall over, and he glances down at Mishka. The way he lays there, how his body twists, looking up at him with his cock by his face--it does things to him.
He scarcely notices his own hand being moved, and only realizes when his hand is placed on Mishka's head. His fingers burrow into the strands of his hair, pressing lightly against his scalp, perhaps a little more gently than the command, the charged atmosphere demands. ]
O-okay.
[ His voice cracks when he speaks, but he's beyond being embarrassed about any of this. He rests, settling on his heels, not entirely sure if he's ready for what Mishka's about to give him. ]
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Not like he needs to, because the warm, wet tongue on him has his eyes fall shut, ripples of a different kind of pleasure shooting through him. He breathes, trying not to fall over, and he glances down at Mishka. The way he lays there, how his body twists, looking up at him with his cock by his face--it does things to him.
He scarcely notices his own hand being moved, and only realizes when his hand is placed on Mishka's head. His fingers burrow into the strands of his hair, pressing lightly against his scalp, perhaps a little more gently than the command, the charged atmosphere demands. ]
O-okay.
[ His voice cracks when he speaks, but he's beyond being embarrassed about any of this. He rests, settling on his heels, not entirely sure if he's ready for what Mishka's about to give him. ]