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[letting out a groan that ends in a chuckle, sucking on his tongue and digging into the muscles of his neck]

Mm.

[down on his knees and pulling his waistband down to lean forward and take his sac into his mouth, sucking indulgently]

[shifting closer to the edge of the seat as he sweeps Yuri's hair to the side, taking in the sight with a steady rise of his chest]

[keeping at it steadily, letting his hands wander over his legs, finally hooking his hands under his knees and spreading them as he pulls him forward]

Haha!

[raking a hand through Yuri's hair, digging with his nails, as he lets his head roll back while his legs are wide open]

[letting him go with a wet suck and sitting back to look at him briefly]

[taking a moment to glance down at Yuri underneath his hair, hand on his stomach going lower until its curled around his dick with a light stroke]

Mmm . . . All filled?

Not by a long shot.

[shifting forward again, licking his lips]

May I?

If you must~.

[pulling his hand away and running it down his thigh]

[just taking him all the way, burying his nose against him]

[mmmaybe softly, almost impossible to hear really, cursing with that, muscles across his abdomen rippling as he fists Yuri's hair]

[working the muscles of his throat, not even drawing back, just rubbing the vein with his tongue and humming]

[finding his way to the back of Yuri's neck and kneading deeply into the muscles there, controlling himself minus an involuntary jerk here and there]

[shuddering in a ripple down his spine, the humming morphing into a moan]

[drawing himself up slowly, flushed and voice low:]

Careful, careful . . .

[swallows, shifting hazily, and bringing his hand up to cup his balls again]

Hahahaah . . .

[gosh, just . . . following the line of his cheekbone with his thumb, touching all along the side of his face and shoulder with light brushes]

[thumbs against his perineum, drawing back a fraction only to push down further, sucking in earnest, his free hand clutching his thigh]

[groans, tracing the scar under his jaw with a nail with a small tremble, before letting his hands continue to roam]

[hums in response, and waits until he feels him getting close before taking the vine and looping it around the base of his cock, pulling it tight enough to keep him]

Yuri.

[immediately bowing his head with a sharp inhale, hiding behind his hair as he works out breathing, and gripping the back of Yuri's neck warmly but not tightly]

[pauses to breath in through his nose and then keeps working him at the same relentless, all-consuming pace]

[holding onto his neck more firmly, other hand digging into the seat of the chair as his hips jerk forward]

Yes, yes . . . Ah, hurts . . .

[pulls back to work the just tip, light and teasing...]]

Mmm, ah—

[keeping his hand from moving Yuri's head forward through sheer force of will, shivering while his breath catches in his throat at every nearly painful sensation]

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