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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]

[pulling back farther, mouth open and panting softly but only sliding the tip of his tongue into the slit at the top]

[cutting off a curse with an sharp inhale and biting down into his lip, rolling his hips forward to chase the friction as cum trickles out in a steady flow]

[obliges him, pushing down to take him all the way again and letting go of the vine at the same time]

Ahh, Yuri!

[coming with a gasp, fingernails dug into the wood of the chair and bowed over him, holding him in place by his neck]

[swallowing around him as he does, and coaxing him with his tongue]

[loosening his grip while he keeps his head down, chest heaving]

[pulling back slowly, licking it clean with soft strokes of his tongue as he does]

[a tremor passes through him, shaking his hair out of the way and running a thumb along the bottom of Yuri's lip]

Hahaha . . . How vicious.

I think you mean voracious.

[leaning his head against his inner thigh, breathing deep and even, eyes lidded]

Mmm, I was mistaken, wasn't I?

[wandering down his chest, feeling, as he thumbs a nipple]

[closing his eyes, inhaling sharply]

It happens.

Rarely. —Comfortable?

[circling . . . then again with his nail, drifting another hand through his hair and along his neck]

Yeah.

[breathing in again on a hitch]

Haha, of course. [lightly catching his jaw] Come up here.

Mmm, alright.

[pushing himself up onto his knees then grabbing the table to pull himself up]

Get some oil.

[helpfully running a hand over the corner of his hip, ducking a hand underneath his waistband and raking his nails up]

Yessir.

[small detour to kiss him fully and deeply, groaning at the sting of his nails, and then pulling away to find some]

[chasing the kiss before sitting back, appreciatively watching Yuri]

Haha . . .

[languidly making his way over to a cabinet to pull out a bottle of olive oil, then placing it on the table in front of him]

[pulling Yuri into his lap, legs split over his thigh]

[catching himself on his shoulders, head thrown back in a groan as Vincent's thigh presses against him]

[licking a wide stripe over his nipple before catching it lightly in his teeth, teasing with flicks of his tongue]

[kneading at muscle, hips shifting restlessly]

[cupping him with a soft squeeze as he undoes the cap of the oil, sliding his hand down underneath his pants and between the curves of his ass]

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