[ Firefly actually knows nothing about restraint, but Blondie's still got his invisible lead. The glowing ghoul is all but trembling behind a steadily splintering dam of control; the concrete is riddled with leaking fractures, every few more moments of scraped together tenderness are a victory over his own ruthless desires. For the moment his thrusts don't get faster, but they deeper, grinding through sprawling seconds while he indulges in the impossibly puzzle-perfect way they fit together. That near-to-searing dick devoured is a direct link to Hancock's speeding pulse, clocking the exact intensity of his bliss and proximity to his breaking point. ]
Think your VR programming is on point-- from what I'm feelin, and that sweet blissed out look on your face? Pretty sure ya nailed it.
Heh, blame the Chems for my flexible mental state [ a smooth red-silk groan interrupts as Nick's hand finds his freed prick, squeezing fingers met with a zealous buck of hips. ] ---Mmmm, maybe, my wild imagination helps a bit [ A small intimate tidbit, murmured at half volume against Nick's mouth; an admission he wouldn't have passed to anyone else, because only Nick knows all the little dominos that tip into that faction of Hancock. ]
Awww, cute as damn cupcakes, you two [ Being tagged with a food item pet name from a mutant flesh-eater hits Super Ego... funny. It's hard to get too caught up in defining the odd stomach flip because as the ghoul purrs one hand abandons Nick's hip, climbs his spine, and tangles into his tousled locks. He's bothering to repress less and less of his strength as he twists Nick's hair around his fingers and bends him at the waist, aligning the man's kiss-swollen mouth just across Blondie's belly button, and the treasure trail of tawny wisps descending the slope to his dick.
With Nick bent deliciously in half Firefly finally swaps depth for speed; those slower penetrating lances become quick relentless rapier jabs. ]
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Date: 2024-08-19 11:12 pm (UTC)Think your VR programming is on point-- from what I'm feelin, and that sweet blissed out look on your face? Pretty sure ya nailed it.
[ It's a ludicrous indulgence to get to watch Nick reach true sympathetic understanding in real time for how wild he can drive his fiancé doing exactly this to him. The compliment to his flexible mental state earns a gruff scrap of a chuckle as the blonde young man nuzzles into Nick's (good, though they're both the same) hand before it absconds. ]
Heh, blame the Chems for my flexible mental state [ a smooth red-silk groan interrupts as Nick's hand finds his freed prick, squeezing fingers met with a zealous buck of hips. ] ---Mmmm, maybe, my wild imagination helps a bit [ A small intimate tidbit, murmured at half volume against Nick's mouth; an admission he wouldn't have passed to anyone else, because only Nick knows all the little dominos that tip into that faction of Hancock. ]
Awww, cute as damn cupcakes, you two [ Being tagged with a food item pet name from a mutant flesh-eater hits Super Ego... funny. It's hard to get too caught up in defining the odd stomach flip because as the ghoul purrs one hand abandons Nick's hip, climbs his spine, and tangles into his tousled locks. He's bothering to repress less and less of his strength as he twists Nick's hair around his fingers and bends him at the waist, aligning the man's kiss-swollen mouth just across Blondie's belly button, and the treasure trail of tawny wisps descending the slope to his dick.
With Nick bent deliciously in half Firefly finally swaps depth for speed; those slower penetrating lances become quick relentless rapier jabs. ]