[Nick's coming around to just admitting he's a masochist. In his synth body, the distinction between pain and pleasure is already extremely fuzzy--but even with the clarity of this template, he can't say that the tight winding grip in his new hair isn't doing it for him. Firefly bends him over like it's nothing and Nick is more than happy to oblige. He groans, both approvingly and from someplace deep in his gut, and has only a moment to appreciate that treasure trail before he's being fully assailed by that scaled up edition of his fiancee's cock.
Nick releases Blondie's prick and abruptly grasps his hips--not for leverage so much as to stabilize himself. He gasps at the sudden speed and ferocity of ghoul behind him and it takes him a moment to shake a few thoughts free. The pull on his hair is a dull perpetual pain with sparks of sharpness littered throughout--there are places inside him that are already aching but Nick can't quite tell if those are pain or pleasure or if there's a meaningful distinction here.
His eyes drift closed and a humid breath fans across Blondie's pelvis before Nick shifts forward and mouths down along that trail. His lips find the base of Blondie's cock before long and he mouths wetly along it until he can finally, eagerly take it into this different mouth. His grip on Blondie's hips loosens and Nick attempts, as he usually does, to swallow all of his love down in one pass. His muscles cooperate with this order--but the burning in his lungs is new. Between that and Firefly punching the air out of him with stacatto thrusting, Nick's lightheaded by the first good bob along Hancock's length.
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Nick releases Blondie's prick and abruptly grasps his hips--not for leverage so much as to stabilize himself. He gasps at the sudden speed and ferocity of ghoul behind him and it takes him a moment to shake a few thoughts free. The pull on his hair is a dull perpetual pain with sparks of sharpness littered throughout--there are places inside him that are already aching but Nick can't quite tell if those are pain or pleasure or if there's a meaningful distinction here.
His eyes drift closed and a humid breath fans across Blondie's pelvis before Nick shifts forward and mouths down along that trail. His lips find the base of Blondie's cock before long and he mouths wetly along it until he can finally, eagerly take it into this different mouth. His grip on Blondie's hips loosens and Nick attempts, as he usually does, to swallow all of his love down in one pass. His muscles cooperate with this order--but the burning in his lungs is new. Between that and Firefly punching the air out of him with stacatto thrusting, Nick's lightheaded by the first good bob along Hancock's length.
He'd never imagined it could be this perfect.]