He loved watching Booker like this. Loved the open, honest expression on his face. Loved the sound of his voice when he moaned. Or when he begged. Or pleaded. The man was beautiful in a raw, haggard way.
He waited until Booker was breathing again before he started rocking his hips, keeping that delicious pull and slide of their bodies slow and deep. A pace designed to make them both last as long as they wanted, but still enough to curl his toes as he pulled up mark after mark on Booker's leg.
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Date: 2020-09-28 11:40 pm (UTC)He waited until Booker was breathing again before he started rocking his hips, keeping that delicious pull and slide of their bodies slow and deep. A pace designed to make them both last as long as they wanted, but still enough to curl his toes as he pulled up mark after mark on Booker's leg.