[Nick can't handle it, the brutal drag of searing flesh, the growled letters that paint poetry across his eyelids--he feels like he's dangling at the precipice. It's the grip in his hair, hauling him back by his aching scalp that does it. That little twist of extra, the look on Blondie's face--eyes blown wide, voice breathy and luxurious--is what finally kicks Nick over that next crest.
He's obedient, opens his mouth and tips his head back into that grip, but the moan that reverberates up through him is obscene. Nick trembles, back arching as he spends himself over the digital clone of their rug. He stares up at Blondie throughout, face the picture of bliss and devotion as he makes a mess of the floor and gets his face painted all at once. He doesn't have the wherewithal to lean into or away from any of the mess, just takes the stripes of warm ejaculate as they come.
Firefly digs furrows along his back, bright and painful ones as he fills Nick up and fucks the whole mess deeper at once. The sounds of him are impossibly loud in this quiet room and each drag across his oversensitive core is shuddering, beautiful agony. The room isn't quite cool enough to see Nick's labored, racing breath, but it's close. His cock gives a final, feeble jerk as he spends himself dry and Nick, well, all he can manage is a lopsided smile.]
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He's obedient, opens his mouth and tips his head back into that grip, but the moan that reverberates up through him is obscene. Nick trembles, back arching as he spends himself over the digital clone of their rug. He stares up at Blondie throughout, face the picture of bliss and devotion as he makes a mess of the floor and gets his face painted all at once. He doesn't have the wherewithal to lean into or away from any of the mess, just takes the stripes of warm ejaculate as they come.
Firefly digs furrows along his back, bright and painful ones as he fills Nick up and fucks the whole mess deeper at once. The sounds of him are impossibly loud in this quiet room and each drag across his oversensitive core is shuddering, beautiful agony. The room isn't quite cool enough to see Nick's labored, racing breath, but it's close. His cock gives a final, feeble jerk as he spends himself dry and Nick, well, all he can manage is a lopsided smile.]