General RP The Man Kept His Socks On (Knight_of_None)

Billy's heavy pace drove him into Lyrins we sweet spots, his pleading making his bullys bites and kisses all the more intense, marking him up as much as he wanted. The dance of the moment flowing through him as he'd collude, and raise his head, the two if them centimeters apart. His hand gghit the nape of Lyrins neck, the other stroking him faster. His eyes half lidded, smoldering with lustand something that was had to gouge in the Billy's expression.
 
The cheek kiss made Billy halt...balls deep inti Lyrin all the same really, looking flush. "Hey-" he said panting softly. He leaned closer, his forehead tapping Lyrins. "That wasn't you missing right?" He teased as his hips ground around , pressing and ground about inside Lyrin. "You better not have tried to kiss me-" he said.
 
As he lifted himself, the raising of his hips letting Billy hook him, pulling his legs to further to strike deeper. Lyrin's platitude made him loom lower, his lips scuffing aling his neck and to his cheek, teasing around his lips. "I suppose it doesn't matter-"
 
As Lyrins voice whined out more abd more, Billy would batter his glands, his tongue drawing over his lips, the closest thing the other got to a kiss from his abusing master. He rocked him harder, grasping his hair in a fist , tugging his blonde locks.
 
He felt his tension, the bull honing in in the feeling, his hips bullying into Lyrin faster his lip grazing his preys, teasing him further...struggling not to pause. But his lips leveled by his ear. "Do it- cum for your master-its okay-" he purred. "You've held it as long as you needed"
 
While Lyrin broke, hus cum surging between them, splashing over his controlling bullies rippling abs, he was pressed into the sear, Billy starting to cum inside of him as he rested his head against his, his lips brushing ever so faintly near alyrins again as he panted in pleasure.
 
As Lyrin laid silently, basking in the moment with the cruel bastard that was using him, Billy allowed him those seconds of peace. His pleasure had helped him clblow off his steam now, his flushing dying down as he got over the intimacy of the moment. His stronger arms cradling underneath Lyrin, , his harder, sticker muscles enveloping his precious victim. "I guess I can forgive your transgressions."
 
As Lyrin mumbled, his master looking him in the eye briefly, seeing how dazed he was in his moment, embraced on the coziness, the fullness. He lowered his head, normally he was quick to pull away, and abandon the emotional sensation that lurked at his back. But...that was also in the moment they had places to be, something creeping about. Perhaps...fir the moment he could rest with him. It didn't mean much more....right
 

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