The word 'Better' is a wrecked, breathy thing against his skin, and it sends a jolt straight between Zoro's legs. He watches the pleasure in G'raha's expression, enjoys the pretty flush on his cheeks as he mewls and moans in response to his assistance. He loves this look on the diminutive redhead, loves how he's slowly coming undone, simultaneously pliant and tense in his lap, and all his to drink in and enjoy.
He keeps a steady rhythm with the toy, his own hips grinding up in a counter-rhythm, seeking relief against the firm curve of G'raha's ass. The friction is equal parts exquisite and frustratingājust enough relief to stoke the fire in his belly, but not nearly enough pleasure to truly satisfy him.
Then G'raha's hand tightens on his thigh, and Zoro's brain chooses to interpret the firm squeeze as a request for more. Just like that, a switch flipsāa low growl grumbles in Zoro's chest, and suddenly he needs to be inside him. Now.
He briefly abandons the onahole to clench, tight but unmoving, around G'raha's slick length. He hikes the fabric of the emerald gown up, pulling down whatever smallclothes the smaller man has down to his ankles. Then he's working on his own trousers, the sound of the zipper unusually loud in his ears despite all the other noises in the theater. His cock springs free, hard and aching, and he wastes no time in pressing the thick, wet head of it into the valley between G'raha's cheeks, just teasing, just feeling the incredible heat.
His free hand dives back into the swag bag, fingers searching blindly until they close around the small package of lube he'd spotted earlier. He's sure the resort meant for exactly this to happen, but he can't think about his qualms about playing right into its hands when he's too busy slathering the cool gel onto two of his fingers. "Easy now," he murmurs, voice thick with his own need as he slides one finger, then two, inside G'raha's tight entrance, working him open gently but firmly.
It isn't too long before he's replacing those digits with the head of his cock, guiding G'raha to sink slowly down until they're pressed flush together. A deep groan leaves him as G'raha's heat envelops him, tight and perfect. For a moment, he just stays there, savoring the feeling of being so intimately close. "You feel incredible," he murmurs, kissing the side of G'raha's face, indulging himself by grinding up into his lover a few more times. Then his hand finds the onahole again, and he resumes working G'raha's cock, his hips delivering slow, powerful thrusts that matchh the movement of his hand.
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He keeps a steady rhythm with the toy, his own hips grinding up in a counter-rhythm, seeking relief against the firm curve of G'raha's ass. The friction is equal parts exquisite and frustratingājust enough relief to stoke the fire in his belly, but not nearly enough pleasure to truly satisfy him.
Then G'raha's hand tightens on his thigh, and Zoro's brain chooses to interpret the firm squeeze as a request for more. Just like that, a switch flipsāa low growl grumbles in Zoro's chest, and suddenly he needs to be inside him. Now.
He briefly abandons the onahole to clench, tight but unmoving, around G'raha's slick length. He hikes the fabric of the emerald gown up, pulling down whatever smallclothes the smaller man has down to his ankles. Then he's working on his own trousers, the sound of the zipper unusually loud in his ears despite all the other noises in the theater. His cock springs free, hard and aching, and he wastes no time in pressing the thick, wet head of it into the valley between G'raha's cheeks, just teasing, just feeling the incredible heat.
His free hand dives back into the swag bag, fingers searching blindly until they close around the small package of lube he'd spotted earlier. He's sure the resort meant for exactly this to happen, but he can't think about his qualms about playing right into its hands when he's too busy slathering the cool gel onto two of his fingers. "Easy now," he murmurs, voice thick with his own need as he slides one finger, then two, inside G'raha's tight entrance, working him open gently but firmly.
It isn't too long before he's replacing those digits with the head of his cock, guiding G'raha to sink slowly down until they're pressed flush together. A deep groan leaves him as G'raha's heat envelops him, tight and perfect. For a moment, he just stays there, savoring the feeling of being so intimately close. "You feel incredible," he murmurs, kissing the side of G'raha's face, indulging himself by grinding up into his lover a few more times. Then his hand finds the onahole again, and he resumes working G'raha's cock, his hips delivering slow, powerful thrusts that matchh the movement of his hand.