“That’s it,” Bishop pants softly, a rumble riding along each sound as he stares down into those pretty eyes.
His fingers brush through the others hair and he noses against his jaw once as he settles on a deep set rutting movement because he doesn’t want to hurt him. But when he lifts up to see his face again he smiles slowly, it’s part sweet, part lust, “…my good boy…mine.”
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Date: 2022-03-31 10:57 pm (UTC)His fingers brush through the others hair and he noses against his jaw once as he settles on a deep set rutting movement because he doesn’t want to hurt him. But when he lifts up to see his face again he smiles slowly, it’s part sweet, part lust, “…my good boy…mine.”