[There's something about desperation that tastes so perfect to someone like Fearless, who normally has to hide from the feeling he might somehow be cosmically undesirable. Perhaps it's because of the fact there can be no more denial, because it's no longer a petty desire but a need, that he's made himself so necessary to the situation his partner— that Koby— can't take it back.
So he's inclined to reward Koby for his desperation— it further insists, after all, how necessary Fearless and his touch is to the situation. His fingers slip lower, rolling side to side over Koby's clit.]
'That' what, you? Or what I'm already up to?
[Fearless plays dumb, like he isn't aching to meet Koby's hips with his own, like his tight tented jeans aren't practically unbearable to be in. It's worth it to tease. The payoff is always so much sweeter when it comes from someone who's so sick of his bullshit and just needs to cum.
Fearless dips deeper until he's able to probe the tips of his two middle fingers into Koby's cunt, no longer a notion of curiosity as much as it is a declaration of intent.]
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So he's inclined to reward Koby for his desperation— it further insists, after all, how necessary Fearless and his touch is to the situation. His fingers slip lower, rolling side to side over Koby's clit.]
'That' what, you? Or what I'm already up to?
[Fearless plays dumb, like he isn't aching to meet Koby's hips with his own, like his tight tented jeans aren't practically unbearable to be in. It's worth it to tease. The payoff is always so much sweeter when it comes from someone who's so sick of his bullshit and just needs to cum.
Fearless dips deeper until he's able to probe the tips of his two middle fingers into Koby's cunt, no longer a notion of curiosity as much as it is a declaration of intent.]