"I was thinking lower altitude." He glances up with a cocky smirk, and then makes good on the unspoken promise, following the curve down his chest with his lips before rubbing his face against the wiry fur he's seen a million times but never touched quite like this.
It's different, kind of nice - not as muscular as the men he'd known before, and definitely not breasts, but nice.
"If you don't mind."
As his fingers follow the trail, they barely graze the base of his cock and he feels it push back against with that same anticipation that's coursing through him.
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Date: 2013-03-07 10:06 am (UTC)It's different, kind of nice - not as muscular as the men he'd known before, and definitely not breasts, but nice.
"If you don't mind."
As his fingers follow the trail, they barely graze the base of his cock and he feels it push back against with that same anticipation that's coursing through him.