There was no denying that the older man's mouth was talented, as was the way he seemed to be able to swallow Cy down, over and over, yet never frantically. Never fast or hard enough to take the professor all the way over the edge - just building him up to it, inexorably, demanding just a little bit more with each bob of his head.
But his fingers, still slick with spit, were busy, too. The tip of one pressed between Cy's buttocks, probed until it found that little circle of muscle, and started to press and rub there, too, gently at first, and then with firmer strokes. The older man didn't know that he was going to fuck Cy tonight (though he thought he might, if the younger man was just a little too tempting), but it was always fun to change things up a little. Overwhelm with sensation.
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Date: 2012-03-29 02:33 am (UTC)From:But his fingers, still slick with spit, were busy, too. The tip of one pressed between Cy's buttocks, probed until it found that little circle of muscle, and started to press and rub there, too, gently at first, and then with firmer strokes. The older man didn't know that he was going to fuck Cy tonight (though he thought he might, if the younger man was just a little too tempting), but it was always fun to change things up a little. Overwhelm with sensation.