[bright eyes fall closed as Sunday maneuvers his head, letting the tip of his length press into his cheek before sliding back down his throat. it feels—invariably good, bringing someone else pleasure this way. more still to see the other man able to relax even in the tiniest measure, water shimmering hot in his eyes as he's held in place and made to take those thrusts.
not that it stops him from rubbing that pierced tongue right back against his underside, no. in fact it only seems to make the movements more enthusiastic, brows faintly furrowed in concentration as a soft thumb caresses the shape of one.
a breath exhaled from his nose is about as close as he can get to an acknowledgement of Sunday's words. his orders. the priest enjoys those, perhaps to an embarrassing degree. and it's even easier when he knows what it's doing to the taller man.
his thumb shifts, nail just barely, carefully grazing the tender flesh covering his balls. it's immediately soothed by the rub of soft skin, teasing pressure against the fingers he curls around the tense orbs.]
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[bright eyes fall closed as Sunday maneuvers his head, letting the tip of his length press into his cheek before sliding back down his throat. it feels—invariably good, bringing someone else pleasure this way. more still to see the other man able to relax even in the tiniest measure, water shimmering hot in his eyes as he's held in place and made to take those thrusts.
not that it stops him from rubbing that pierced tongue right back against his underside, no. in fact it only seems to make the movements more enthusiastic, brows faintly furrowed in concentration as a soft thumb caresses the shape of one.
a breath exhaled from his nose is about as close as he can get to an acknowledgement of Sunday's words. his orders. the priest enjoys those, perhaps to an embarrassing degree. and it's even easier when he knows what it's doing to the taller man.
his thumb shifts, nail just barely, carefully grazing the tender flesh covering his balls. it's immediately soothed by the rub of soft skin, teasing pressure against the fingers he curls around the tense orbs.]