In the end, Arthur wasn't thinking about how he looked. He was thinking about how he could make Arthur feel good, what he could do for his lover and his enjoyment of it all. So he groaned, sliding down until the flared head of the cock hit his throat again, not choking this time but not trying to go further. Sliding and suckling, taking as much as he could.
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Date: 2011-05-23 12:08 am (UTC)