edgeofjustice | [ic] Continuations

Open to debate, rather.

No, that's fine.

What are your starting terms?

[turning the tap, waiting for the shower to warm]

[undressing then drape rape]

Haha, that's really no way to start a trade.

[pulls Vin into the shower with him]

No? I thought it was a pretty good start.

Optimistic at best.

[mouthing along his jaw] Mmm, gloves, a few pillows, and a jewel necklace. I suppose, that would be a start.

See, now we're getting somewhere

[nudges Vince under the spray, grabbing for the shampoo to start lathering his hair]

[~passive~]

That isn't desperation, is it?

[does a pretty good job of working the shampoo in]

No, just progress.

[p-pleased hum]

Oh? Progress towards?

[and now reaching down to slide his soapy fingers around Vincent's cock]

Proper trade negotiations.

Haha~ I look forward to doing business with you?

[stretching and pressing back against Yuri, reaching a hand back to dig into Yuri's hair]

[running his hands all over him, cupping his balls while his other hand cards through his pubic hair to stroke down his cock firmly. he doesn't answer Vin, instead ducking to bite his neck]

Mmmm, Yuri . . .

[massaging his neck, jerking his hips]

[bites harder in answer, pulling his hands back to stroke over Vincent's stomach and hips as he lets the water wash him off]

[turning around and tugging Yuri closer by his hair for a quick kiss then stealing the soap]

[pulls back with a nip, then drops to his knees, leaning forward to nuzzle Vincent's cock]

[blowjobs are cool too, pushing Yuri's hair out of the way, running his hands through it]

[runs his tongue down the length and up again, tonguing the slit when he reaches the tip]

Putting on a show?

Depends. Are you entertained?

[taking him in now, almost all the way on the first swallow]

H-Haahaha . . . I think so.

[digging his nails in, rocking his hips slightly back then forward slowly]

[lets Vincent do the moving for now, reaching up to steal it and lather his hand. He drops the soap, reaching back to stroke over his entrance before thrusting to fingers in to the last knuckle]

[gripping Yuri's hair with his other hand with a low moan]

Greedy, greedy . . .

[being so thorough, curling his fingers against him, thrusting deep and stretching as he bobs and works his tongue over him]

[shuddering then suddenly biting into his lip with a noise]

A-Ahh . . .

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