What Declan lacked even an ounce of, Aoba had in tonnage.
It seemed—ordinary enough, Aoba thought in the vaguest fashion. At first. Declan had some hang-up about positions and wanted to use his mouth so…so that was what it was going to be. The fragments of just imagining that only added to Aoba’s tormented excitement, a whimpered little sound escaping him anyway when he was kissed through the dark fabric of his underwear. His heels pressed into the mattress except when they were lifted to get that last piece of his clothing gone, and then he was turning his head aside entirely lest he see himself. Declan could look all he wanted—an average-sized erection, an all-natural patch of hair just as blue as the hair on Aoba’s head—but the man that it all belonged to suddenly couldn’t stand to see it.
Thus he was all the more surprised and distressed when half his body got yanked up where he didn’t expect it to be. There was squirming from Aoba then, alright, complete with a shrill little sound choked in his throat as the rest of his body had to go scooting downwards, as it were, his shoulders and head dragged down off the pillows since he most certainly did not do anything to keep his back in that arch.
He did not like it. He did not like it. Desire was laughing, a raucous what the fuck!? somewhere in his head that belonged to them both in very different emotions and then-
Gold. The squirming stopped, replaced with heels striking Declan’s back as Aoba locked his knees tight as he could, throat unlocked as Desire’s laughter found voice. Of course, that was soon dissolved into delighted groaning as the Titan got to work, somehow managing to fetch Aoba’s dick from its graceless flop against his stomach and back up into that lavender-tinted mouth.
A minute, two, maybe even three at best. Too riled up and now too shameless to hold back, that was all it took before climax crested on him, Desire at least more than happy to be loud about it as pleasure finally flooded Aoba’s body and overflowed to the greed of Declan’s mouth.
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It seemed—ordinary enough, Aoba thought in the vaguest fashion. At first. Declan had some hang-up about positions and wanted to use his mouth so…so that was what it was going to be. The fragments of just imagining that only added to Aoba’s tormented excitement, a whimpered little sound escaping him anyway when he was kissed through the dark fabric of his underwear. His heels pressed into the mattress except when they were lifted to get that last piece of his clothing gone, and then he was turning his head aside entirely lest he see himself. Declan could look all he wanted—an average-sized erection, an all-natural patch of hair just as blue as the hair on Aoba’s head—but the man that it all belonged to suddenly couldn’t stand to see it.
Thus he was all the more surprised and distressed when half his body got yanked up where he didn’t expect it to be. There was squirming from Aoba then, alright, complete with a shrill little sound choked in his throat as the rest of his body had to go scooting downwards, as it were, his shoulders and head dragged down off the pillows since he most certainly did not do anything to keep his back in that arch.
He did not like it. He did not like it. Desire was laughing, a raucous what the fuck!? somewhere in his head that belonged to them both in very different emotions and then-
Gold. The squirming stopped, replaced with heels striking Declan’s back as Aoba locked his knees tight as he could, throat unlocked as Desire’s laughter found voice. Of course, that was soon dissolved into delighted groaning as the Titan got to work, somehow managing to fetch Aoba’s dick from its graceless flop against his stomach and back up into that lavender-tinted mouth.
A minute, two, maybe even three at best. Too riled up and now too shameless to hold back, that was all it took before climax crested on him, Desire at least more than happy to be loud about it as pleasure finally flooded Aoba’s body and overflowed to the greed of Declan’s mouth.