General RP The Man Kept His Socks On (Knight_of_None)

Lyrin moans softly, leaning back against Billy's warmth, laughing softly. "You are such a bad influence, Billy." He rests his head back on Billy's shoulder so he can look up at the other. "Fine. I'll stay out with you, but if Zyn calls with an emergency, then I'm leaving."

His grip on Billy's hair tightens, and he shifts so he's sitting all the way on Billy's cock, moaning as he sinks himself down onto it.
 
As Lyrin pushes back on him harder, the grind intensifying, his bully smirked to himself. "Oh? You'd give up more and more? You want more from your master?" He said as he put both hands on his hips. Billy thrusted up against him, settling his head against Lyrins. "You want me to keep you forever?"
 
"An answer~!" He huffed lustfully, his voice heating up with desire and need. He didn't long for a yes, but he was so curious. Was Lyrin simply dragged on by obligation? You didn't take someone that was extorting you for sex out for fun times. Billy dragged Lyrin out places to have access to him, to press him into proximity and see him wriggle.
 
As they shared the kiss, Billy felt something crawling inside him, a whiplash of emotions that he shunted himself through. His hips drove forward harder, his lips pressing to kiss him harder. The turmoil that he felt, the clash of a sickening anxiety in his guts and the fires if his hateful desires. He deepened the kiss and thrusted harder.
 

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