[Oh, those reactions send soft waves of heat down Bruno's spine, hinting at renewed arousal. Someday he'll finally exhaust this overabundance of sexual energy but today is clearly not that day. But rather than reach down to stroke himself he keeps his hands on Otto's hips, tongue working at the underside of his shaft as he moves.
Faster. Harder. As though he can feel how close Otto is, as though the other man's sensations have seeped into Bruno, himself. Perhaps they have. Perhaps that's what this gentle, warm pulsing that thrums in every cell of him is....]
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Faster. Harder. As though he can feel how close Otto is, as though the other man's sensations have seeped into Bruno, himself. Perhaps they have. Perhaps that's what this gentle, warm pulsing that thrums in every cell of him is....]