"Always thinking of yourself," John teased with a huff of laughter. He appreciated the brief contact of Bobby's forehead against his, the closeness of his boyfriend. "It's gonna feel fucking amazing for me too." And that wasn't so much a reproach as God, you have got to believe this is incredible and I want it and you're gorgeous. The sheer reality of Bobby was enough to keep him focussed despite the stretching burn of those two fingers, and that receeded in time as he got used to it. Reaching out with a hooked leg, John ran his heel awkwardly up and down Bobby's back, just to keep the contact going. Addicted? Was he ever.
Breathing helped as well. In out, in out, and John's cock hardened back a little after that initial softening with the pain, and besides, he was really, really looking forward to it. "C'mon," he grunted: "I need that goddamn fat dick in me and I need it now." God, did he really sound like that? Something to worry about another time.
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Date: 2015-03-25 09:25 pm (UTC)Breathing helped as well. In out, in out, and John's cock hardened back a little after that initial softening with the pain, and besides, he was really, really looking forward to it. "C'mon," he grunted: "I need that goddamn fat dick in me and I need it now." God, did he really sound like that? Something to worry about another time.