[Tyler is giving Ankari everything he could have wanted and... he really doesn't know what to do with that. They're going along together, taking moment-by-moment, and Ankari knows he wants it all. That doesn't mean it isn't strange, isn't hard to swallow the emotion of worry and fear. When will something go wrong? When will he be punished for doing this? Could Tyler end up hurt-?
Worries that suddenly escape him, washed out like he was caught in a riptide. Tyler adjusts and presses down against his length, dragging hot and wet across him. Knowing he's worked up the other man so much is one thing, but actually feeling it is another. That's- So much-]
Ty-! [Ankari's voice catches on a gasp and then the air leaves him, awkwardly groaning out in some incoherent jumble of sounds- Before he can hold back, react at all really to himself, he's coming. A thick rope of release splatters his naked navel and likely Tyler's clit grinding against him. The man overtop of him certainly gets a good look at Ankari lost in that abrupt moment, tensing up and tossing his head back. His fingers dig into Tyler where they last found themselves, pressing down with fingerpads rather than nails, dragging deep over muscles as if trying to reach into skin.
It's a brief, if blissful moment. Give Ankari just a moment and he'll be mortified to be so easy, so quick, like some foolishly eager teen. For the few seconds it can last, though, he's swept away in the best way]
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Worries that suddenly escape him, washed out like he was caught in a riptide. Tyler adjusts and presses down against his length, dragging hot and wet across him. Knowing he's worked up the other man so much is one thing, but actually feeling it is another. That's- So much-]
Ty-! [Ankari's voice catches on a gasp and then the air leaves him, awkwardly groaning out in some incoherent jumble of sounds- Before he can hold back, react at all really to himself, he's coming. A thick rope of release splatters his naked navel and likely Tyler's clit grinding against him. The man overtop of him certainly gets a good look at Ankari lost in that abrupt moment, tensing up and tossing his head back. His fingers dig into Tyler where they last found themselves, pressing down with fingerpads rather than nails, dragging deep over muscles as if trying to reach into skin.
It's a brief, if blissful moment. Give Ankari just a moment and he'll be mortified to be so easy, so quick, like some foolishly eager teen. For the few seconds it can last, though, he's swept away in the best way]