He could hear Booker's accent getting heavy on his tongue and as much as he liked to pretend that he hated all things French...he actually really enjoyed it. He loved listening to his lover's vowels stretch and twist, hear the strain in his voice when something in English was just a little too much for his sex fuddled brain.
He'd never tell a soul, but he couldn't exactly hide the emotion in his eyes. Not when all his focus was on bringing Booker the most pleasure he possibly could.
He worked him slowly and methodically, leaning hard on his sniper's patience, waiting for that first broken word and the surrender into French....and then he was up on his knees, holding Booker's hips hard in his hands as he went from slow and methodical to hard and fast.
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Date: 2020-10-03 08:51 pm (UTC)He'd never tell a soul, but he couldn't exactly hide the emotion in his eyes. Not when all his focus was on bringing Booker the most pleasure he possibly could.
He worked him slowly and methodically, leaning hard on his sniper's patience, waiting for that first broken word and the surrender into French....and then he was up on his knees, holding Booker's hips hard in his hands as he went from slow and methodical to hard and fast.