[ Poor Godfrey does not have the same luxury of choice that Gale has; his entire body seems to pull tense as Gale pulls his leg against his stiff cock, hands pulling tight into fists, his legs squeezing inward.
He releases the handful he's grabbed of Gale's hair and waits for the waves of throbbing heat to subside. It has been some years since his husband died, this is true; what Gale may be starting to put together is that sex with others is not the only thing Godfrey has sacrificed. Though he's not completely abstained, his restraint extends to matters of self-pleasure as well, besides in cases where it would be impossible for Iltha to apparate at his door in need of something. That needed only happen once for him to take extra precaution.
If Iltha appears here, there's far bigger problems to worry about, but that hadn't made him much more forgiving; he had simply traded Iltha for any of the strangers he'd taken up travel with, for their strange schedules that never seemed to allow for sleep at a regular hour. This was amenable until recently. They certainly had those bigger problems and more to concern themselves with. He'd not felt the need to hide in his tent, holding his breath and watching the entry as he ran his oiled hand up and down the length of his hard dick until just recently; he could normally think himself out of such predicaments. This evening - well.
Outrunning the heat in his belly had been uncertain already. It was certainly impossible now. And his restraint has been diminished such that he's not sure it would actually satisfy.
Godfrey's nose scrubs into his stubbled jaw, hips flexing again against his firm thigh with a hitching sigh. Gale's words come to him on a delay, and the mention of that other burden goes straight to his dick again, the notion that this had been something hiding behind the evening - that this was just the sort of thing Gale would have imagined in secret, had he left.
His eyes roll and slip shut as he feels, in a burst of warmth, his hips relax, the subtle rub against his leg. His other hand gingerly tugs the waistband of his trousers around the curve of his ass. ]
Please-- [ Please what, Godfrey? He can't answer that, because to answer would be to think on it, and he's trying to make himself last. ]
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[ Poor Godfrey does not have the same luxury of choice that Gale has; his entire body seems to pull tense as Gale pulls his leg against his stiff cock, hands pulling tight into fists, his legs squeezing inward.
He releases the handful he's grabbed of Gale's hair and waits for the waves of throbbing heat to subside. It has been some years since his husband died, this is true; what Gale may be starting to put together is that sex with others is not the only thing Godfrey has sacrificed. Though he's not completely abstained, his restraint extends to matters of self-pleasure as well, besides in cases where it would be impossible for Iltha to apparate at his door in need of something. That needed only happen once for him to take extra precaution.
If Iltha appears here, there's far bigger problems to worry about, but that hadn't made him much more forgiving; he had simply traded Iltha for any of the strangers he'd taken up travel with, for their strange schedules that never seemed to allow for sleep at a regular hour. This was amenable until recently. They certainly had those bigger problems and more to concern themselves with. He'd not felt the need to hide in his tent, holding his breath and watching the entry as he ran his oiled hand up and down the length of his hard dick until just recently; he could normally think himself out of such predicaments. This evening - well.
Outrunning the heat in his belly had been uncertain already. It was certainly impossible now. And his restraint has been diminished such that he's not sure it would actually satisfy.
Godfrey's nose scrubs into his stubbled jaw, hips flexing again against his firm thigh with a hitching sigh. Gale's words come to him on a delay, and the mention of that other burden goes straight to his dick again, the notion that this had been something hiding behind the evening - that this was just the sort of thing Gale would have imagined in secret, had he left.
His eyes roll and slip shut as he feels, in a burst of warmth, his hips relax, the subtle rub against his leg. His other hand gingerly tugs the waistband of his trousers around the curve of his ass. ]
Please-- [ Please what, Godfrey? He can't answer that, because to answer would be to think on it, and he's trying to make himself last. ]