[Took the breath right out of him in the best way, no missing the half choked moan that escaped him. The way that 76 just held that much tighter to Reaper as if that was the only thing holding him together for a moment; had been exactly the change needed. Rumbling from the dragging of nail, the next breath hitched as he showed appreciation with another bite, more at Reaper's shoulder than not. Leaving marks and bruising of his own behind.
May not have had a bedframe, but the floor creaked enough under the old mattress, no danger of breaking anything with the work 76 had done to ensure everything was structurally sound in this shared space. Mattress was doing it's job well, put through some paces.
76 still did his best to keep up with Reaper's pace once it picked up, his own hips rocking and even grinding down on his cock when able. Claws dragging along skin and leaving a number of scratches and welts behind, a firm grip in hair as he pulled at it or had his had pressed against the back of Reaper's head. All to encouraging whatever mouthing, or keep him held close there. Could feel how close he was getting, grinding up against Reaper's stomach, thigh not held still hooked against the older man-
Reaper would know when he was so damn close by how nails dug, how 76's hips moved with a little more desperation in rocking between taking all of his dick to grinding his own against a muscled stomach. Just there, gasps turned in to rumbles, breath hitching—]
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Date: 2022-05-17 08:57 pm (UTC)From:May not have had a bedframe, but the floor creaked enough under the old mattress, no danger of breaking anything with the work 76 had done to ensure everything was structurally sound in this shared space. Mattress was doing it's job well, put through some paces.
76 still did his best to keep up with Reaper's pace once it picked up, his own hips rocking and even grinding down on his cock when able. Claws dragging along skin and leaving a number of scratches and welts behind, a firm grip in hair as he pulled at it or had his had pressed against the back of Reaper's head. All to encouraging whatever mouthing, or keep him held close there. Could feel how close he was getting, grinding up against Reaper's stomach, thigh not held still hooked against the older man-
Reaper would know when he was so damn close by how nails dug, how 76's hips moved with a little more desperation in rocking between taking all of his dick to grinding his own against a muscled stomach. Just there, gasps turned in to rumbles, breath hitching—]