Turning his head, his parted lips brush Jay's temple, panting against his skin, into his hair. His hands sweep down over his shoulders, his biceps, relishing how alive he is.
After a while he then leans more solidly on his knees so that he can raise himself up and down in counterpoint to Jay's thrusts, slowly and rhythmically, riding him, and riding the waves of growing pleasure.
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Date: 2014-06-18 02:24 am (UTC)After a while he then leans more solidly on his knees so that he can raise himself up and down in counterpoint to Jay's thrusts, slowly and rhythmically, riding him, and riding the waves of growing pleasure.