[He says it idly, his fingers curling and uncurling against his skin.]
I'd make you feel fantastic, Bruno, you know I would. I'd blow you first, [and he leans down, nosing against the side of his head, kissing him,] use my mouth on you, lick you and suck on you, starting and stopping until you were dying to come. Til I had your legs shaking, begging me in Italian to keep going. Promising me just about anything if I'd just get you off.
Then I'd fuck you. Your feet wouldn't touch the floor until you'd come twice. You're right, you know: it would be messy. You'd be a wreck at the end of it, and god, but you'd look so beautiful afterwards.
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[He says it idly, his fingers curling and uncurling against his skin.]
I'd make you feel fantastic, Bruno, you know I would. I'd blow you first, [and he leans down, nosing against the side of his head, kissing him,] use my mouth on you, lick you and suck on you, starting and stopping until you were dying to come. Til I had your legs shaking, begging me in Italian to keep going. Promising me just about anything if I'd just get you off.
Then I'd fuck you. Your feet wouldn't touch the floor until you'd come twice. You're right, you know: it would be messy. You'd be a wreck at the end of it, and god, but you'd look so beautiful afterwards.