[ Godfrey supposes he should have expected nothing less; he looks at him, need in his eyes, whispers poetry warm across his lips, and then reclaims them before he has a chance at rebuttal.
Godfrey can only hope, while he has the presence of mind, that he can provide an equivalent response in the endless hunger of his hands across his warm skin, in the way his arms so eagerly settle him back in against his broad chest. His fingers winding anew in his hair, fingertips rubbing against the back of his neck. The drop as Godfrey settles them both back against the pillows, to free up the arm propping him up, that it may grab an immediate and hungry handful of his ass as he holds him close.
The brief break between their kiss as his voice escapes him, beneath a hard sigh, as Gale wraps his hand around his stiff cock and floods him.
It takes all that Godfrey has in him to keep himself from rutting against his hand. He stiffens against the impossible drive toward the pleasure welling in him, drowning his every thought. The hard pang that pushes through him as his dick throbs gratefully against Gale's fingers.
The world had been falling away in shreds from the moment their lips first touched. Gale had easily turned falling into peeling; every susurrous breath blushing against Godfrey's skin only served to strip the world beyond this tent down further, to make all but this pile of fine pillows and the man in his arms seem the only consequential parts of it. Godfrey's dark lashes flutter, and he finds Gale through them, his rosy lips parted before thin, quick breath.
He doesn't know that he'll ever get used to it; to a man like this, looking on him like that. To knowing that he can let his eyes roam, and his hands follow. Godfrey finds himself demurring even now, averting his eyes whenever they travel too low, feeling warm shame flower in him as he sinks his hands hungrily into his flesh. Godfrey draws his eyes along the line of him, up the firm seam where their skin meets and back to his face, takes in with soft helplessness the hunger and need in Gale's face.
Feels his coarse jaw against the palm of his hand as his eyes slip shut, and the pressure begins to mount, and soft as the breeze he tries to warn him; ]
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Godfrey can only hope, while he has the presence of mind, that he can provide an equivalent response in the endless hunger of his hands across his warm skin, in the way his arms so eagerly settle him back in against his broad chest. His fingers winding anew in his hair, fingertips rubbing against the back of his neck. The drop as Godfrey settles them both back against the pillows, to free up the arm propping him up, that it may grab an immediate and hungry handful of his ass as he holds him close.
The brief break between their kiss as his voice escapes him, beneath a hard sigh, as Gale wraps his hand around his stiff cock and floods him.
It takes all that Godfrey has in him to keep himself from rutting against his hand. He stiffens against the impossible drive toward the pleasure welling in him, drowning his every thought. The hard pang that pushes through him as his dick throbs gratefully against Gale's fingers.
The world had been falling away in shreds from the moment their lips first touched. Gale had easily turned falling into peeling; every susurrous breath blushing against Godfrey's skin only served to strip the world beyond this tent down further, to make all but this pile of fine pillows and the man in his arms seem the only consequential parts of it. Godfrey's dark lashes flutter, and he finds Gale through them, his rosy lips parted before thin, quick breath.
He doesn't know that he'll ever get used to it; to a man like this, looking on him like that. To knowing that he can let his eyes roam, and his hands follow. Godfrey finds himself demurring even now, averting his eyes whenever they travel too low, feeling warm shame flower in him as he sinks his hands hungrily into his flesh. Godfrey draws his eyes along the line of him, up the firm seam where their skin meets and back to his face, takes in with soft helplessness the hunger and need in Gale's face.
Feels his coarse jaw against the palm of his hand as his eyes slip shut, and the pressure begins to mount, and soft as the breeze he tries to warn him; ]
I can't--