This was a quite honestly a different plane of hotness. I mean...
Dom loves holding Matt.
Awwwww...
Dom wants to go again.
Lol. I bet he does.
Dom's fingers lift his balls back from his body, revealing the pretty, stretched
(still wet)
little rim that Matt had indulged in mere moments before. Matt moans at the sight, Dom merely smiling wickedly and slipping one finger inside his core with no resistance.
*squeak*
Oh.
Urm.
I...
Urm...
Sexiest thing in the history of MuseSlash...
Matt says nothing, but leans in and pushes Dom's fingers away to kiss his rim deeply, his tongue plunging forward to taste Dom in the most intimate of ways. Dom's body tightens and he moans while Matt continues to gift his arse with open-mouthed, wet kisses. Dom bites his lower lip as Matt's chinbeard scratches at the back of his inner thigh
Oh... This paragraph was the moment when the temperature out here shot up from single digits to triple digits.
(And of course the Chin beard makes an appearance.)
Matt feels it when Dom comes; Dom's load hits him in the back and arse, Dom shuddering and grunting his satisfaction loudly. Matt is still sliding between Dom's arm and body, his moist, hard dick screaming out for release. Out of nowhere, Dom spanks Matt, hard. Eyes wide, Matt looks at Dom, the eye contact all that he needs to dive headfirst into blessed orgasm.
When Matt comes, he curses, a filthy litany of choice phrases leaving his mouth as he aims his load at Dom's exposed armpit, painting it in ropes of thick release. Nothing has ever felt this intense, Matt knows, and before he's even finished milking himself dry, Dom has already dragged his fingers through it, bringing it to his lips to taste with a wanton groan.
All he wants is to pass out for a month or so and sleep but Matt takes a moment to admire his handiwork, to take in the sight of his come all over Dom's underarm, collecting in the blond hair and dripping down the curve of his bicep.
I don't even know how you manage to be so perfect but I swear after this gorgeous brilliant piece I am your slave.
This was honestly so much better than anything I could have imagined (err... yes. OP here...)
I just love how effortless your writing always feels. Everything flows perfectly.
Few can write as well as you.
(And you made me take the coldest shower ever in winter!)
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Dom loves holding Matt.
Awwwww...
Dom wants to go again.
Lol. I bet he does.
Dom's fingers lift his balls back from his body, revealing the pretty, stretched
(still wet)
little rim that Matt had indulged in mere moments before. Matt moans at the sight, Dom merely smiling wickedly and slipping one finger inside his core with no resistance.
*squeak*
Oh.
Urm.
I...
Urm...
Sexiest thing in the history of MuseSlash...
Matt says nothing, but leans in and pushes Dom's fingers away to kiss his rim deeply, his tongue plunging forward to taste Dom in the most intimate of ways. Dom's body tightens and he moans while Matt continues to gift his arse with open-mouthed, wet kisses. Dom bites his lower lip as Matt's chinbeard scratches at the back of his inner thigh
Oh... This paragraph was the moment when the temperature out here shot up from single digits to triple digits.
(And of course the Chin beard makes an appearance.)
Matt feels it when Dom comes; Dom's load hits him in the back and arse, Dom shuddering and grunting his satisfaction loudly. Matt is still sliding between Dom's arm and body, his moist, hard dick screaming out for release. Out of nowhere, Dom spanks Matt, hard. Eyes wide, Matt looks at Dom, the eye contact all that he needs to dive headfirst into blessed orgasm.
When Matt comes, he curses, a filthy litany of choice phrases leaving his mouth as he aims his load at Dom's exposed armpit, painting it in ropes of thick release. Nothing has ever felt this intense, Matt knows, and before he's even finished milking himself dry, Dom has already dragged his fingers through it, bringing it to his lips to taste with a wanton groan.
All he wants is to pass out for a month or so and sleep but Matt takes a moment to admire his handiwork, to take in the sight of his come all over Dom's underarm, collecting in the blond hair and dripping down the curve of his bicep.
I don't even know how you manage to be so perfect but I swear after this gorgeous brilliant piece I am your slave.
This was honestly so much better than anything I could have imagined (err... yes. OP here...)
I just love how effortless your writing always feels. Everything flows perfectly.
Few can write as well as you.
(And you made me take the coldest shower ever in winter!)