"You have reached Solus zos Galvus. I fear I am unavailable at the moment, but should your query be of an urgent nature, pray leave a message. I shall endeavor to return it anon."
[If that does not get his heart going, then nothing will. Not only the words, nor the threat itself, but the hot breath against his ear leaves him covered in goosebumps. How long has it been since he's felt this sort of thrill? This measure of exposure and—while not exactly dangerous—threat? To be made seen in such a precarious situation, to be humiliated...
The cool glass against his bare skin inspires sharp intake of breath, but that is soon forced out as Hythlodaeus' hips begin slapping into his own. His hefty length filling him again, and again, and again... That he would find himself stiffening once more, his body hot and sweaty from exertion, yet craving each buck Hythlodaeus gifts him.
Doing his utmost, he keeps his gasps and pleased sounds to a minimum. Even as they fight to be cried out into the crisp night air.
Likewise, his eyes find themselves on Hythlodaeus, his legs and hands holding tight to him, rocking against him in earnest. Though, like his lover, he is careful of the glass that supports him. Another danger that sends a burning tingle of arousal through him. Though, in reality, he has little desire to actually break the glass, but the danger hanging over his head like Hythlodaeus' salacious smile, well...]
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The cool glass against his bare skin inspires sharp intake of breath, but that is soon forced out as Hythlodaeus' hips begin slapping into his own. His hefty length filling him again, and again, and again... That he would find himself stiffening once more, his body hot and sweaty from exertion, yet craving each buck Hythlodaeus gifts him.
Doing his utmost, he keeps his gasps and pleased sounds to a minimum. Even as they fight to be cried out into the crisp night air.
Likewise, his eyes find themselves on Hythlodaeus, his legs and hands holding tight to him, rocking against him in earnest. Though, like his lover, he is careful of the glass that supports him. Another danger that sends a burning tingle of arousal through him. Though, in reality, he has little desire to actually break the glass, but the danger hanging over his head like Hythlodaeus' salacious smile, well...]