[ Jim's breath hitches and he tenses for a moment, the brightgood feeling of it sharp enough to almost overwhelm him for those first seconds. But he relaxes, lets Thomas have his way with it a bit first - keeping his hand in his hair but not pushing or pulling, seeing how much he can take, and how much he wants to. Just feeling the heat of his mouth. Thomas is so into it, and it's such a turn-on. ]
Look at you, [ he murmurs, very appreciative. ] Fuck.
[ After a while Jim tightens his grip in the older man's hair again, experimentally moves his head. ] That okay?
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Look at you, [ he murmurs, very appreciative. ] Fuck.
[ After a while Jim tightens his grip in the older man's hair again, experimentally moves his head. ] That okay?