Elijah's hand moved slowly over him as his mouth continued the slow rhythm. Around his balls, over to his hip, curling and pressing a bit, slipping around to between him and the bed with some wriggling, encouraging that relaxing. He had no issue with the thrusting up, could take it, wanted Ric to do what his instincts led, so long as they led to him enjoying what Elijah was doing.
Ric was hot in his mouth, hot and heavy and tasted like a kind of heaven. So was the hand in his hair. His gaze flicked back up through lashes to focus on Ric's face, wanting to see every reaction he drew out of him.
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Date: 2013-06-09 05:44 pm (UTC)Ric was hot in his mouth, hot and heavy and tasted like a kind of heaven. So was the hand in his hair. His gaze flicked back up through lashes to focus on Ric's face, wanting to see every reaction he drew out of him.