[Okay, but he is cute. Nine of out ten subreddits would agree.
Cute, attentive. Dedicated to the dick he's getting off enough he doesn't even pop his mouth off for a retort, only makes a low noise of agreement in his throat and the slightest of nods. Even words or a on-key reference aren't worth taking his mouth off, or moving his gaze away. Nah. He likes the taste of human connection and sex, all in that heady mix that is just about the only thing that manages to quiet Wade's brain enough to shut him up.
There's something fucking special about a glowing eye watching you gobble up a cock. Something that's gonna stick in his mind for a real long time. The only detriment to having a busy mouth and hands is he doesn't have any to take a picture.
Maybe, when Cable's eyes close, he can accept it's a little too special for a Polaroid.
To him. Maybe it's just a fun time for Cable, but --
Who gives a fuck? He's on his knees, getting a crick in his neck, and he keeps going until he's swallowing against the flood of saliva in his mouth.
It's the second comment that makes him pop off for a breath, though he immediately replaces his mouth with his hand. For the moment.] Nothin' says we can't.
[That's blanket permission. His mouth goes back to work and he works, until Cable's gonna be puddy in his hands. Or. Mouth. Tongue, specifically. Why's he so good with his tongue?]
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Cute, attentive. Dedicated to the dick he's getting off enough he doesn't even pop his mouth off for a retort, only makes a low noise of agreement in his throat and the slightest of nods. Even words or a on-key reference aren't worth taking his mouth off, or moving his gaze away. Nah. He likes the taste of human connection and sex, all in that heady mix that is just about the only thing that manages to quiet Wade's brain enough to shut him up.
There's something fucking special about a glowing eye watching you gobble up a cock. Something that's gonna stick in his mind for a real long time. The only detriment to having a busy mouth and hands is he doesn't have any to take a picture.
Maybe, when Cable's eyes close, he can accept it's a little too special for a Polaroid.
To him. Maybe it's just a fun time for Cable, but --
Who gives a fuck? He's on his knees, getting a crick in his neck, and he keeps going until he's swallowing against the flood of saliva in his mouth.
It's the second comment that makes him pop off for a breath, though he immediately replaces his mouth with his hand. For the moment.] Nothin' says we can't.
[That's blanket permission. His mouth goes back to work and he works, until Cable's gonna be puddy in his hands. Or. Mouth. Tongue, specifically. Why's he so good with his tongue?]