[The amount of kisses they've shared, for someone who shys away from the act entirely (implications of such a thing are bothersome, superfluous). Yet, he's still obliging, not turning away. He'll offer his shoulder, offer whatever he'd like, really. It's a little embarrassing. He's ill-equipped to deal with someone so warm while simultaneously: annoying.
The latter making him feel less guilty about raking his blunt nails down the back of JJ's neck causing thin welts to rise in their wake. It's a repetitive motion each time their hips come together, occasionally complemented by a soft sound, a word of urgency or approval. The last time he'd done this, things were much more clinical, matter of fact. It happened because he hadn't much control over it and was decidedly unpleasant. Warmth brews between them, there's some winding on his behalf, but not any relief to be had. Rather, he's just wrapped a hand around his dick to hasten the process, his other death-gripping the base of JJ's skull--
He may have felt something warm enter him. Maybe. It was something he'd ignored, overlooked JJ's abrupt exhaustion. Semi-exhaustion -- it's all questionable, really. Having sex with an athlete is difficult to keep up with, as it were.]
I've just given you five minutes.
[Kind of an insult, he's a little assblasted (lol) as it were, but only a little. Their foreheads meet and he tilts his chin up, catching JJ's fuller lip with his teeth, just ghosting them across that soft flesh before nudging past with his tongue, still jerkin himself beneath the sheet. He's got some catching up to do...the obvious result of getting banged by a terrible novice. 🙄]
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The latter making him feel less guilty about raking his blunt nails down the back of JJ's neck causing thin welts to rise in their wake. It's a repetitive motion each time their hips come together, occasionally complemented by a soft sound, a word of urgency or approval. The last time he'd done this, things were much more clinical, matter of fact. It happened because he hadn't much control over it and was decidedly unpleasant. Warmth brews between them, there's some winding on his behalf, but not any relief to be had. Rather, he's just wrapped a hand around his dick to hasten the process, his other death-gripping the base of JJ's skull--
He may have felt something warm enter him. Maybe. It was something he'd ignored, overlooked JJ's abrupt exhaustion. Semi-exhaustion -- it's all questionable, really. Having sex with an athlete is difficult to keep up with, as it were.]
I've just given you five minutes.
[Kind of an insult, he's a little assblasted (lol) as it were, but only a little. Their foreheads meet and he tilts his chin up, catching JJ's fuller lip with his teeth, just ghosting them across that soft flesh before nudging past with his tongue, still jerkin himself beneath the sheet. He's got some catching up to do...the obvious result of getting banged by a terrible novice. 🙄]