[Bruno had better not pull away. Otto's not sure he'd be able to take something like that. He wants more and more. He wants the heat and the slick wetness, and the sucking pressure. And the vibrations from Bruno's humming- he definitely wants more of that.
His fingers keep weaving through Bruno's hair, alternating between stroking and pulling because he doesn't quite know what to do with himself. Meanwhile, his hips roll lightly with Bruno's movements. He's trying not to, because he doesn't want to thrust straight down Bruno's throat, but the minimal motions happen almost out of instinct. His breathing comes in deep, ragged huffs.
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His fingers keep weaving through Bruno's hair, alternating between stroking and pulling because he doesn't quite know what to do with himself. Meanwhile, his hips roll lightly with Bruno's movements. He's trying not to, because he doesn't want to thrust straight down Bruno's throat, but the minimal motions happen almost out of instinct. His breathing comes in deep, ragged huffs.
He's close already.]