Damon writhed a little bit, the fingers good (so fucking good), but not quite enough at the same time. They were enough, however, to have him distracted and a little whimpery. His stomach was clenching in deep seated pleasure while his cock throbbed and made it hard to breathe. His fingers flexed and curled against the sink, using the cold porcelain to center him in some way.
The continued nibbling and nipping made his breath come unevenly, and when Ric finally hit his prostate, he cried out a little, before biting it back. He'd already been wound from the evening. This was just pushing him higher and higher and making his head spin in delicious ways and fuck, but Ric wasn't even fully in him yet.
"Certainly...no...complaints," he managed on another whimper that left no doubt he was enjoying what Ric was doing...and aching for more.
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Date: 2013-06-05 10:56 pm (UTC)The continued nibbling and nipping made his breath come unevenly, and when Ric finally hit his prostate, he cried out a little, before biting it back. He'd already been wound from the evening. This was just pushing him higher and higher and making his head spin in delicious ways and fuck, but Ric wasn't even fully in him yet.
"Certainly...no...complaints," he managed on another whimper that left no doubt he was enjoying what Ric was doing...and aching for more.