[That perfect, powerful arch of Jojo's back is enough to wring a gasp out of Caesar, and he thinks he hears a low buzzing in his ears over the roar of his blood thundering through his head; but he knows it's not really there when he removes his mouth with a wet pop, nose pressed to Jojo's throat, inhales a shaky breath, and the hum dies.
His hand stutters as he plants it on Jojo's hip, encouraging, yanking, his own hips rolling tight, the answering pleasure skyrocketing sparks that dance across even his eyelids, his toes curl within his shoes. A whimper, of all things, punched out and desperate, tears its way from deep within him. He almost seems to sigh as he says:]
Darmi tutto. Come on, let me hear that sweet voice of yours. Give me the sounds that belong only to me.
unnngh (is that a good answer)
His hand stutters as he plants it on Jojo's hip, encouraging, yanking, his own hips rolling tight, the answering pleasure skyrocketing sparks that dance across even his eyelids, his toes curl within his shoes. A whimper, of all things, punched out and desperate, tears its way from deep within him. He almost seems to sigh as he says:]
Darmi tutto. Come on, let me hear that sweet voice of yours. Give me the sounds that belong only to me.