[A breathy, dazed vocalization is more enamoring a response than a yes or no. He doesn't receive approval, nor something to combat; he hears Solomon's unabashed indulgence. Takasugi's voice lilts in response, wordless but hardly unintelligible.
Between the abating friction around his cock, and Solomon's spit cooling enough to approach uncomfortable, Takasugi doesn't hesitate to transition.
Even without the decline in quality of Solomon's handy, Takasugi would have changed course. He'd give up anything, to hear that wheezing confusion in the man's voice again. To plunge them both into a thrall they can't begin to navigate, much less escape.
After a shrug into what paltry affection Solomon offers (it's still too much), Takasugi nudges the man back. Disconnected, he abandons the more intimate touches he'd been lingering on to press his hands into the man's chest.
Guide him roughly back into the wall, make quick work of his belt, button, and zipper. It's on Solomon to completely strip from his pants; Takasugi breaks away long enough to grab an aromatic oil from his bedside table and pour it over his fingers.
They slide easily over Solomon's ass when he returns, tip encircling the ring of muscle only once before curling inside. Hardly deep enough to bring any real sense of pleasure, but no matter how brutish Takasugi is, he can't dismiss the necessity for some measure of delicacy in this endeavor.]
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Between the abating friction around his cock, and Solomon's spit cooling enough to approach uncomfortable, Takasugi doesn't hesitate to transition.
Even without the decline in quality of Solomon's handy, Takasugi would have changed course. He'd give up anything, to hear that wheezing confusion in the man's voice again. To plunge them both into a thrall they can't begin to navigate, much less escape.
After a shrug into what paltry affection Solomon offers (it's still too much), Takasugi nudges the man back. Disconnected, he abandons the more intimate touches he'd been lingering on to press his hands into the man's chest.
Guide him roughly back into the wall, make quick work of his belt, button, and zipper. It's on Solomon to completely strip from his pants; Takasugi breaks away long enough to grab an aromatic oil from his bedside table and pour it over his fingers.
They slide easily over Solomon's ass when he returns, tip encircling the ring of muscle only once before curling inside. Hardly deep enough to bring any real sense of pleasure, but no matter how brutish Takasugi is, he can't dismiss the necessity for some measure of delicacy in this endeavor.]