General RP The Man Kept His Socks On (Knight_of_None)

Billy smirked at him, feeling him clenching like he always dud to hold in. He dragged his nails down Lyrins back slowly, carving red marks inti him as he pressed deep inside. "Maybe I'll just do it anyway. " He teased as he bottomed out again his ass. Starting to pant lowly as he gushed his load.
 
Lyrin grumbles softly, flopping his back across the floor. "I don't act like a baby deer. . ." He sits up again, tugging his shirt back into place. He slowly stands, wincing and swaying slightly.

"Fine, fine. I'll stop following you like a lost puppy. Maybe next time you can come visit me for the weekend then. Kalin said he wants to see you for some bizarre reason. Something about playing catch with someone who can actually throw a ball."

He shimmies his hips, tugging his jeans up and buttoning them.
 
Lyrin looks up at him and then reaches up, sliding his hand slowly around the Back of Billy's neck, "Like I said. . . You're not the best. . . You're the standard everyone tries to reach but fails miserably at. But if you'd rather me say the best or greatest, I suppose I can. Just thought my version was better because 'best' is over used and so common when you are clearly anything but common." He shrugs slightly, pressing a soft kiss to the side of his neck.
 

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