The change that came over Booker's face was beautiful and Nicky smiled down at him, stilling his movements so that he could reach up to gently stroke his lover's beard.
Joe was the poet. Nicky showed his love with his eyes and his touches and his deeds. He certainly hoped that the message was coming through loud and clear now, but just in case he bent to press a kiss against the other man's sternum.
"I love you. You are beautiful." His voice was a little shaky and his eyes were pleasure blown, but he hoped that Booker could still hear and see the truth in them. "You feel so good, Sebastien. Your body is mine and it is perfect." He rolled his hips back, pulling out until just the head of his cock was tugging at Booker's rim, then he snapped back forward, driving himself in hard and deep all at once. "Do you feel that? Feel how you were made to take me like this?"
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Date: 2020-10-03 01:26 am (UTC)Joe was the poet. Nicky showed his love with his eyes and his touches and his deeds. He certainly hoped that the message was coming through loud and clear now, but just in case he bent to press a kiss against the other man's sternum.
"I love you. You are beautiful." His voice was a little shaky and his eyes were pleasure blown, but he hoped that Booker could still hear and see the truth in them. "You feel so good, Sebastien. Your body is mine and it is perfect." He rolled his hips back, pulling out until just the head of his cock was tugging at Booker's rim, then he snapped back forward, driving himself in hard and deep all at once. "Do you feel that? Feel how you were made to take me like this?"