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theoldguardkinkmeme) wrote2020-07-22 10:07 am
theoldguardkinkmeme) wrote2020-07-22 10:07 am
Fills Post
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Fill: Nicky/Joe - Joe shaves, rimming
(Anonymous) 2020-08-14 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)His thighs ache with the spread, held fast for what must be an hour now by Joe's pencil callouses pressing tight around his legs, by Joe's tongue tracing delicate patterns along the outer rim of his asshole, by the scrape of Joe's stubble against the paper-thin skin of his inner thighs.
If Joe were mortal, his tongue would be sore by now, but the upside of every injury healing within seconds is that it really improves stamina. Nicky would know, as the pull of his hamstrings lessens from unbearable to pleasant once again, allowing them to drag out this torture.
"Joe," he moans out, pressing himself into the sheets, damp with his own sweat. "Joe, please."
Joe pulls away long enough to say, "You asked for this," before diving back in, his rough cheeks sensitising freshly healed skin all over again, and Nicky sobs into the pillow.
He did, he did ask, Joe's not wrong. How was he to resist, when Joe walked out of the bathroom with the lines of his jaw sharp, the rough of his stubble making Nicky ache to feel it on his skin? How was he to say anything else but ruin me, to do anything else but beg for it, in the face of all that beauty, just for him?
Joe's cheek rubs against a patch of skin that hasn't quite healed form his last assault, even as his tongue flicks quickly over the pucker of Nicky's ass, sloppy-wet and tight.
Nicky moans and grinds down into the mattress, throbbing against the bundle of sheets. He'll come like this, he knows he will, given enough time. He can almost taste it, how the tang of Joe's sharpened chin and the softness of Joe's lovely tongue and the rough friction of the bed below him will drag it out of him until he spills against the sheets, dripping copiously onto them, the velocity of it lost into the bedding, shaking apart under Joe's capable touch. He could come like this, he's come like this before, nothing but the softest of Joe's touches offset against the raw, red skin of his inner thighs until he's spending into the mattress and praising God and Joe and Joe again.
Joe rubs his roughened cheek against the curve of Nicky's ass, and he does.
Re: Fill: Nicky/Joe - Joe shaves, rimming
(Anonymous) 2020-08-14 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Fill: Nicky/Joe - Joe shaves, rimming
(Anonymous) 2020-08-14 07:52 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Fill: Nicky/Joe - Joe shaves, rimming
(Anonymous) 2020-08-14 08:14 pm (UTC)(link)