It's a sliver of a moment, barely registering, but Daniel's words bring him back to a time long ago when clients would say similar things, when they would praise him for his skills, praise Marius for his generosity, and Amadeo had been nothing more than a pleasing set of lips. And yet, Armand is not Amadeo or Arun any longer.
He cuts away that memory and devotes himself to what Daniel wants. This is what his current companion needs, and Armand is willing to twist himself into any shape to provide it. So he works his tongue over Daniel's cock and positions himself to allow for his face to be fucked, to be taken, for Daniel to receive what he wants and for Armand to have it too.
There is no pinching, only the pleasure he can deliver to Daniel, turning cat-like eyes up at him, a smug tease, a reminder of how good he can be (and Amadeo, that memory, vanishes a little more).
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Date: 2024-09-07 02:55 am (UTC)He cuts away that memory and devotes himself to what Daniel wants. This is what his current companion needs, and Armand is willing to twist himself into any shape to provide it. So he works his tongue over Daniel's cock and positions himself to allow for his face to be fucked, to be taken, for Daniel to receive what he wants and for Armand to have it too.
There is no pinching, only the pleasure he can deliver to Daniel, turning cat-like eyes up at him, a smug tease, a reminder of how good he can be (and Amadeo, that memory, vanishes a little more).