[Bruno squirms, hips lifting to momentarily press harder against that hand, also allowing for his trousers to be pulled away. He's kick them the rest of the way off, but he can't quite spare the co-ordination for that. At least he manages to get one leg free so that he can splay himself out, settling in to roll his hips with the motion of Otto's hand. He's in such a state that few drops seep from his tip.
The other man's lips and then teeth on his neck have him tilting his head back, plaintive sounds escaping him as sensation wicks into his spine, a slow wave of hot, electric pleasure. It shivers through him and his mind drops away, though he manages to lift a hand and slip his fingers into Otto's hair again, gently dragging claws against scalp.
He can scarcely form words, but it seems clear that his climax is slowly unwinding itself, lazily travelling along his spine, building its intensity.]
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The other man's lips and then teeth on his neck have him tilting his head back, plaintive sounds escaping him as sensation wicks into his spine, a slow wave of hot, electric pleasure. It shivers through him and his mind drops away, though he manages to lift a hand and slip his fingers into Otto's hair again, gently dragging claws against scalp.
He can scarcely form words, but it seems clear that his climax is slowly unwinding itself, lazily travelling along his spine, building its intensity.]