[ Things are fully in motion, and Harry is feeling things he never would have imagined. A second finger comes into play, and he gives a little shoulder shimmy in excitement. This particular sensitive spot is where Harry ought to be wincing in pain, but the pressure Wade puts onto his happy-spot almost causes him to shoot his load.
All while the two of them have been playing this back and forth of ‘Will they / Won’t they tongue’, neither of them seems to want to make the move to lash tongues around. Harry is more preoccupied with how Wade looks adoringly at him as they nuzzle each other's faces and peck each others with kisses.
Let’s not forget that cock fighting for its life in those panties. As much as Harry wants to savor this moment, he wants to give Wade a little parting gift to show him his gratitude — thinking how much he wants to try and lap his tongue around the shaft of his thick penis. Swallowing his whole member until the the mutant praises some omnipotent deity.
The headboard behind them taps against the wall. Old beige paint is finally showing off its cracks as small chips glide to the floor. It’s been a while since Harry has felt this dirty. The hot kind of dirty. The kind of dirty you saw in those straight to VHS action movies from the 80s. His hand glides down from the back of Wade’s neck right up to the meat of his pecs, giving it a soft squeeze.
He sits up further to kiss Wade on the lips before lying back down. Ever so gentle. ]
Only because I have someone to show me the ropes. Maybe one day I could…take more than a few fingers.
[ Alright. As the kids say: time to lock in. He wants to go as far as he can before his load lands all over Wade’s stomach. ]
Okay. Alright, I’m ready. Go ahead — [ Wait. Hold on. This is supposed to be heat of the moment frisky talk. Not a 9 AM business meeting. ] I mean… Think you could help me out? Could really use a big guy like you to use that powerful hand to make me … come?
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All while the two of them have been playing this back and forth of ‘Will they / Won’t they tongue’, neither of them seems to want to make the move to lash tongues around. Harry is more preoccupied with how Wade looks adoringly at him as they nuzzle each other's faces and peck each others with kisses.
Let’s not forget that cock fighting for its life in those panties. As much as Harry wants to savor this moment, he wants to give Wade a little parting gift to show him his gratitude — thinking how much he wants to try and lap his tongue around the shaft of his thick penis. Swallowing his whole member until the the mutant praises some omnipotent deity.
The headboard behind them taps against the wall. Old beige paint is finally showing off its cracks as small chips glide to the floor. It’s been a while since Harry has felt this dirty. The hot kind of dirty. The kind of dirty you saw in those straight to VHS action movies from the 80s. His hand glides down from the back of Wade’s neck right up to the meat of his pecs, giving it a soft squeeze.
He sits up further to kiss Wade on the lips before lying back down. Ever so gentle. ]
Only because I have someone to show me the ropes. Maybe one day I could…take more than a few fingers.
[ Alright. As the kids say: time to lock in. He wants to go as far as he can before his load lands all over Wade’s stomach. ]
Okay. Alright, I’m ready. Go ahead — [ Wait. Hold on. This is supposed to be heat of the moment frisky talk. Not a 9 AM business meeting. ] I mean… Think you could help me out? Could really use a big guy like you to use that powerful hand to make me … come?