[His mind blanks as Steve speeds up his ministrations on his cock, crying out as he fucks up into that mouth, knowing that Steve can (and has) take it. Stimulated from both the front and the back, it doesn't take much longer for him to go over that edge at last.
The heat in his belly spikes, and he tries to hold on, at least to warn Steve, but all he manages is a choked off whimper of Steve's name and he then he's spilling, the pleasure more intense than he's used to. He tries to muffle the sounds he makes by turning his head and hiding his face in the pillow, but it doesn't work very well.
As the high starts to fade, he slumps back down on the bed, fingers releasing the hold he had on Steve's hair, petting him apologetically for the rough treatment. He slowly eases his other set of fingers from his hole now, too, wincing at the feeling. Absently wiping them on the wash cloth he'd laid out on the bed just for that purpose, he tugs Steve up so that he can kiss him.]
That was -- that sure was something.
[If he isn't quite as eloquent as he usually is, he's pretty sure no one can really blame him after an orgasm like that.]
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The heat in his belly spikes, and he tries to hold on, at least to warn Steve, but all he manages is a choked off whimper of Steve's name and he then he's spilling, the pleasure more intense than he's used to. He tries to muffle the sounds he makes by turning his head and hiding his face in the pillow, but it doesn't work very well.
As the high starts to fade, he slumps back down on the bed, fingers releasing the hold he had on Steve's hair, petting him apologetically for the rough treatment. He slowly eases his other set of fingers from his hole now, too, wincing at the feeling. Absently wiping them on the wash cloth he'd laid out on the bed just for that purpose, he tugs Steve up so that he can kiss him.]
That was -- that sure was something.
[If he isn't quite as eloquent as he usually is, he's pretty sure no one can really blame him after an orgasm like that.]