[Jojo's fingers skim over his sides and across his hips in featherlight touches that manage to make him shake, nails lightly raking against Jojo's belly as a result, jesus christ the boy is stacked, quivering muscles working beneath his exploration.
The scorching, slick press of his tongue in Caesar's mouth is welcome, his own mouth crinkles in delight, followed by his lips sealing firmly over Jojo's; his tongue brushes against his. He's content, satisfied, with carding his fingers through Jojo's hair, exchanging sloppy, wet, lazy kisses, pulling away only to relieve the burning of his lungs, greedy for air.
He's content, he thinks through the haze, until Jojo shifts that juicy booty of his and their crotches meet. Hot, white pleasure skyrockets through his dick, enough to make his toes curl and drag a deep, throaty moan (kicking and screaming and aching raw in the back of Caesar's throat) rumble through his mouth. He squeezes his eyes shut, cheeks flushing, his mouth parting from Jojo's but never straying far, mere inches between their lips, and with a ragged gasp he says--]
Si guida pazzesco. [And brings his trembling mouth right to the delicate corner of Jojo's, tightening his fingers' grip and rolling his hips once in warning.
Don't you dare start what you can't finish, bambino.]
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15/8/13 09:26 (UTC)The scorching, slick press of his tongue in Caesar's mouth is welcome, his own mouth crinkles in delight, followed by his lips sealing firmly over Jojo's; his tongue brushes against his. He's content, satisfied, with carding his fingers through Jojo's hair, exchanging sloppy, wet, lazy kisses, pulling away only to relieve the burning of his lungs, greedy for air.
He's content, he thinks through the haze, until Jojo shifts that juicy booty of his and their crotches meet. Hot, white pleasure skyrockets through his dick, enough to make his toes curl and drag a deep, throaty moan (kicking and screaming and aching raw in the back of Caesar's throat) rumble through his mouth. He squeezes his eyes shut, cheeks flushing, his mouth parting from Jojo's but never straying far, mere inches between their lips, and with a ragged gasp he says--]
Si guida pazzesco. [And brings his trembling mouth right to the delicate corner of Jojo's, tightening his fingers' grip and rolling his hips once in warning.
Don't you dare start what you can't finish, bambino.]