Alecto mewls, the feeling so novel and wonderful and oh - he can definitely get used to this.
He whispers Joshua's name like a plea as he lets the pleasure slowly rise in him as he's thoroughly eaten out, little undulating waves shocking his body at every flick of tongue, every obscene bit of suction. There's a point where he feels Joshua's thumbs move down to pull his damp folds apart more that makes Alecto lose it, arching his back entirely off the surface of the bed, his mouth falling open on a tiny, helpless cry.
And when he comes it's wet and sudden and shivering, his toes curling from the effort. His grip in Joshua's hair is tight and desperate. He never wants to let go.
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He whispers Joshua's name like a plea as he lets the pleasure slowly rise in him as he's thoroughly eaten out, little undulating waves shocking his body at every flick of tongue, every obscene bit of suction. There's a point where he feels Joshua's thumbs move down to pull his damp folds apart more that makes Alecto lose it, arching his back entirely off the surface of the bed, his mouth falling open on a tiny, helpless cry.
And when he comes it's wet and sudden and shivering, his toes curling from the effort. His grip in Joshua's hair is tight and desperate. He never wants to let go.