[ A half-muffled groan slips from his mouth, and Jim breathes deep for a moment - balancing on some edge of steely self-control and something else. He's so used to always managing his sexual encounters and making sure his partner comes first, it's not immediately easy to just sink into this, no matter how good it feels. (And it feels fucking incredible.)
But Thomas is so eager, and so obviously enjoying himself. Alright, he thinks. And then not much else.
Jim had said he wanted to see how much Nightingale liked having his mouth fucked, so that's just what he does. Letting his hips twitch, keeping a tight grip on his hair, sometimes pulling him back and holding him where he'd like, murmuring affectionate filth like Your mouth feels so fucking good. ]
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But Thomas is so eager, and so obviously enjoying himself. Alright, he thinks. And then not much else.
Jim had said he wanted to see how much Nightingale liked having his mouth fucked, so that's just what he does. Letting his hips twitch, keeping a tight grip on his hair, sometimes pulling him back and holding him where he'd like, murmuring affectionate filth like Your mouth feels so fucking good. ]