Part of the reason Blake even entertained the idea of getting close to someone like Bruce had a lot to do with the give and take exhibited in moments like these. Bruce was right to tug gently, to twist the reel and bring Blake back to the moment. In doing its job, there was a marked renewal in both Blake's grip, as well as his approach.
"Good Christ, yeah," he sighed, easing more into the slow press that caused his prick to sing. Tight, but not insurmountable, and for a second he almost forgot whose ass was swallowing him like a parched mouth. "Could really, really see losin' myself, drawin' this out..."
Blake's voice crackled amidst his confession and he crawled his fingers up along Bruce's spine to tighten in his thick, dark hair. The other hand, gripped tight on the man's hip, helped guide as he wriggled thoroughly while buried as deep as he could go.
"But," he teased quietly while he tugged firmly on Bruce's hair and fucked him shallowly, "'m too greedy for seein' your face when you finally feel me come." He could sense that with most, the tension he was creating would be a lot. Then again, the body of this massively toned man had remained deceptive even as presented. For all Blake knew, he could be twisting himself into a pretzel in his spare time, all in the name of fun. And fun this was.
"Tell me what you want, babe," he growled low, keeping that pace and depth achingly steady and not nearly enough. "Tell me how you need it and I'll fuck you just right..."
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"Good Christ, yeah," he sighed, easing more into the slow press that caused his prick to sing. Tight, but not insurmountable, and for a second he almost forgot whose ass was swallowing him like a parched mouth. "Could really, really see losin' myself, drawin' this out..."
Blake's voice crackled amidst his confession and he crawled his fingers up along Bruce's spine to tighten in his thick, dark hair. The other hand, gripped tight on the man's hip, helped guide as he wriggled thoroughly while buried as deep as he could go.
"But," he teased quietly while he tugged firmly on Bruce's hair and fucked him shallowly, "'m too greedy for seein' your face when you finally feel me come." He could sense that with most, the tension he was creating would be a lot. Then again, the body of this massively toned man had remained deceptive even as presented. For all Blake knew, he could be twisting himself into a pretzel in his spare time, all in the name of fun. And fun this was.
"Tell me what you want, babe," he growled low, keeping that pace and depth achingly steady and not nearly enough. "Tell me how you need it and I'll fuck you just right..."