[ He is so unfettered in going after what he wants, Eiden's willingness, his eagerness validates as much as it informs. Embraced the way that Eiden embraces him — his hands cradling his face, his body letting him in, hugging each inch as he pushes into Eiden's body — he doesn't know if he's ever felt so...
Cherished.
He sighs into the clever warmth of Eiden's lips, pure pleasure and longing. When the core of him starts to squeeze down hard on the fat shape of the cock bottoming out in him, Pinocchio's fingers tighten, the long, low note of gratification chasing Eiden's plea. That last inch, he takes it in one great yank, pulling Eiden's seat flush with the sharps of his hips.
Don't stop, he'd said, but Pinocchio holds him here, grip tight and still. He's giving him time to recalibrate, to really feel the way Eiden is pushed open, crowded full. Blue eyes glisten beneath the dark veil of his eyelashes, watching him, rapt in attention. This is something he won't miss for the world: the way Eiden cries out with satisfaction. Playfully, his lips snatch at his, half a bite and a kiss, thumbs painting circles into his skin where his hands are fixed on his hips.
His hands push, palms sliding around to the dimples above the soft curve of his ass, down again for an indulgent squeeze, just relishing the way he feels around him, and smooths that touch all up the long slope of his back. ]
No one's taken me like this— [ this easy, this free, Eiden's so joyfully passionate. Hips pull back, dragging his thick girth almost to the point where the creases of his cockhead threaten to kiss the inside of his rim, there's a whine hinged to the end of his words once he's sunk himself back into Eiden to the root, ] Fitting inside you for the first time, I want to feel you like this, over and over...
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Cherished.
He sighs into the clever warmth of Eiden's lips, pure pleasure and longing. When the core of him starts to squeeze down hard on the fat shape of the cock bottoming out in him, Pinocchio's fingers tighten, the long, low note of gratification chasing Eiden's plea. That last inch, he takes it in one great yank, pulling Eiden's seat flush with the sharps of his hips.
Don't stop, he'd said, but Pinocchio holds him here, grip tight and still. He's giving him time to recalibrate, to really feel the way Eiden is pushed open, crowded full. Blue eyes glisten beneath the dark veil of his eyelashes, watching him, rapt in attention. This is something he won't miss for the world: the way Eiden cries out with satisfaction. Playfully, his lips snatch at his, half a bite and a kiss, thumbs painting circles into his skin where his hands are fixed on his hips.
His hands push, palms sliding around to the dimples above the soft curve of his ass, down again for an indulgent squeeze, just relishing the way he feels around him, and smooths that touch all up the long slope of his back. ]
No one's taken me like this— [ this easy, this free, Eiden's so joyfully passionate. Hips pull back, dragging his thick girth almost to the point where the creases of his cockhead threaten to kiss the inside of his rim, there's a whine hinged to the end of his words once he's sunk himself back into Eiden to the root, ] Fitting inside you for the first time, I want to feel you like this, over and over...