[ His eyes flutter closed and he melts in to the wall--really this is partially so surreal because they're on his father's ship and every inch of it serves as some reminder. It even smells the same as the last time he'd seen it as a child. But he tries not to concentrate on that, think too hard about the past he left behind-- the choices he made which led him to that bridge.
He focuses, instead on the feel of her mouth bobbing over him, the velvet swipes of her tongue which have him moaning before he can hold back the noises he's making. She takes him all the way to the back of her throat and he gasps, his hips jump forward and his cock twitches in her mouth. His breathing is markedly heavier, he's battling himself right here and currently the more primal side is winning. Which becomes more obvious when he drags her using the hand tangled in her hair currently. ]
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He focuses, instead on the feel of her mouth bobbing over him, the velvet swipes of her tongue which have him moaning before he can hold back the noises he's making. She takes him all the way to the back of her throat and he gasps, his hips jump forward and his cock twitches in her mouth. His breathing is markedly heavier, he's battling himself right here and currently the more primal side is winning. Which becomes more obvious when he drags her using the hand tangled in her hair currently. ]