Somehow he doesn't think he's really in danger of having a gag, but ends up laughing with delight all the same, as if a dare. Turns out the gag isn't the concern as he's pulled into a new position, digging his heel into Sweeney's back when those fingers start curling and petting.
Hand on his forehead, the other buried in Sweeney's hair, he feels light with dizzy pleasure. The stroke of tongue is unbelievable, making him wonder if he's this good with women. "Puta," he breathes out with reverence. He doesn't stop the whining whimper that topples off his lips, heel dug in a little harder as he grips tight to Sweeney's hair, probably making a mess of it.
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Date: 2017-11-30 06:07 pm (UTC)Hand on his forehead, the other buried in Sweeney's hair, he feels light with dizzy pleasure. The stroke of tongue is unbelievable, making him wonder if he's this good with women. "Puta," he breathes out with reverence. He doesn't stop the whining whimper that topples off his lips, heel dug in a little harder as he grips tight to Sweeney's hair, probably making a mess of it.