[Bruno has just enough coherency to see that it'd be better if he kept his lips to the skin near the gills, so he does, pressing slow, hot kisses to it. He hums throatily between each one, purring little breaths against the wet skin.
The soft admonition to not be too gentle sends a shiver through him. It has him kneading the cock in his hand firmly, now, pressing the odd heat and coolness of his skin against the hard flesh. He finds, however, that he doubts his hand is capable of giving what he wants to give, and he wants to give so very much. He lets go, opting to curve his back and drag his hands along Otto's chest as he moves downward, hoping he gets the hint as to what he wants to put around that desperate flesh, instead.]
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The soft admonition to not be too gentle sends a shiver through him. It has him kneading the cock in his hand firmly, now, pressing the odd heat and coolness of his skin against the hard flesh. He finds, however, that he doubts his hand is capable of giving what he wants to give, and he wants to give so very much. He lets go, opting to curve his back and drag his hands along Otto's chest as he moves downward, hoping he gets the hint as to what he wants to put around that desperate flesh, instead.]