"Oh my fucking god," Daniel groans, grateful he doesn't have to worry about breaking character at this point, because he's playing himself getting exactly what he wanted in those early Dubai days. His hand tightens in Armand's hair, and he just barely remembers what he promised.
He holds Armand still and pushes his cock further into the mouth that's as plush and sweet as he imagined. "That's it, you know exactly how to make this so fucking good, exactly what I want," and reminding himself that he doesn't need to account for breathing, thrusts a little harder.
Shit. Should he have made them pick a safeword?
He slows, pulling back with his hand still grasping Armand's hair, enjoying the view but still focused on getting the words out. "You're good, babe? You pinch me or something if we need to stop, and I expect you to tell me."
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He holds Armand still and pushes his cock further into the mouth that's as plush and sweet as he imagined. "That's it, you know exactly how to make this so fucking good, exactly what I want," and reminding himself that he doesn't need to account for breathing, thrusts a little harder.
Shit. Should he have made them pick a safeword?
He slows, pulling back with his hand still grasping Armand's hair, enjoying the view but still focused on getting the words out. "You're good, babe? You pinch me or something if we need to stop, and I expect you to tell me."