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 frustratingβjust 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 flipsβa 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.
That low growl immediately causes a chill to shoot down G'raha's entire spine, and it's only because he knows exactly what it means that he keeps from squirming his way off of Zoro's lap. He holds his breath when his miniscule scraps that the resort thinks are smallclothes are pulled down, still not quite breathing when he hears Zoro work on freeing himself-- only to give a brief shout to feel the press of the head against him.
His chin lightly thuds forward against his chest, breathy moans and needy whimpers earned by the swordsman's easy preparation. And then, just what he's wanted this whole time: Zoro's length pressing into him as he's pulled down fully into the other man's lap. "Wicked White," he gasps, reaching back with one hand to grasp hold of short green hair, while his other hand attempts to brace against the armrest of their 'seat.' He can't brace against the power of Zoro's thrusts in this moment, though, all but bouncing in his lap.
He cranes his neck, trying for a kiss only to miss entirely, lips and tongue finding the strong line of Zoro's neck, where he instead works on leaving a little mark. A hickey, he thinks it's called. "Don'... don't stop," he warns, his body clenching up more tightly on Zoro's next thrust.
A low chuckle escapes Zoro's lips as G'raha curses, the words muffled against his skin. "Wicked White" is such a foreign curse to Zoro, and so uniquely G'raha that a fresh wave of fondness washes over him, mixing with the raw lust. The desperate fist in his hair, the wet heat of G'raha's mouth on his neck... this is exactly what he wants. He tilts his head to give G'raha better access, a pleased smirk on his face as he feels the sharp pull of a love bite forming. A mark. Good. The possessive beast inside him preens, and Zoro answers the claiming bite with a powerful thrust, driving himself deeper, enjoying the way G'raha bounces helplessly on his lap.
The feeling of being buried inside G'raha is intoxicating. He's so tight, so hot and wet, gripping him like a velvet glove with every move. When G'raha gasps "don't stop," a guttural growl is Zoro's only answer. He has no intention of stopping, not until G'raha is a wrecked, sobbing mess. Then the smaller man's body clenches around him, an involuntary spasm of pure pleasure, and it steals the air from Zoro's lungs. A ragged moan is torn from his own throat, and he presses his face into G'raha's shoulder, riding out the incredible wave of sensation. For a moment, his world narrows to just that feeling: G'raha's tight heat milking him, threatening his own control.
He pulls back just enough to catch his breath. Whether it's something the resort has done, or a side-effect of his attraction to G'raha, Zoro doesn't soften after his first release. He fills his lover up, groaning against his skin, then it isn't long until his hips resume their relentless rhythm.
He can feel the frantic pulse of G'raha's cock against the onahole in his hand, slick with pre-cum. "You're so beautiful like this," Zoro croons, his voice thick and strained. "Tell me how it feels." He wants to hear filthy words between G'raha's moans, and he picks up the pace with his hand, matching the frantic stroking to his deep thrusts, creating a dizzying dual assault. He watches the cords in G'raha's neck stand out, hears his breathy whimpers turn into high, keening cries. He's pushing him right to the edge, and he has every intention of watching him fall.
G'raha whimpers, a ragged sound when he feels Zoro find release, but his own body still isn't done-- he knows from prior experience with his partner that continuing to move once his partner has cum tends toward oversensitivity. Usually. He can't help the way he grinds down, rocks his hips, not with the onahole still a tight, heavy weight on his cock.
But Zoro is somehow still hard, and picks back up where he left off in short order.
"Oh, gods," is all he manages at first, his eyes rolling back, spine arching tightly. "Y-you feel... so good in me, always--" He swallows thickly, still teetering on the brink for a moment longer-- until Zoro's angle is just right and the onahole catches slightly around his tip. He all but sobs through his orgasm, fully overwhelmed by it, weakly clinging to his lover's arms while the toy on his length just serves to keep the mess of his spend localized.
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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 frustratingβjust 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 flipsβa 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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His chin lightly thuds forward against his chest, breathy moans and needy whimpers earned by the swordsman's easy preparation. And then, just what he's wanted this whole time: Zoro's length pressing into him as he's pulled down fully into the other man's lap. "Wicked White," he gasps, reaching back with one hand to grasp hold of short green hair, while his other hand attempts to brace against the armrest of their 'seat.' He can't brace against the power of Zoro's thrusts in this moment, though, all but bouncing in his lap.
He cranes his neck, trying for a kiss only to miss entirely, lips and tongue finding the strong line of Zoro's neck, where he instead works on leaving a little mark. A hickey, he thinks it's called. "Don'... don't stop," he warns, his body clenching up more tightly on Zoro's next thrust.
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The feeling of being buried inside G'raha is intoxicating. He's so tight, so hot and wet, gripping him like a velvet glove with every move. When G'raha gasps "don't stop," a guttural growl is Zoro's only answer. He has no intention of stopping, not until G'raha is a wrecked, sobbing mess. Then the smaller man's body clenches around him, an involuntary spasm of pure pleasure, and it steals the air from Zoro's lungs. A ragged moan is torn from his own throat, and he presses his face into G'raha's shoulder, riding out the incredible wave of sensation. For a moment, his world narrows to just that feeling: G'raha's tight heat milking him, threatening his own control.
He pulls back just enough to catch his breath. Whether it's something the resort has done, or a side-effect of his attraction to G'raha, Zoro doesn't soften after his first release. He fills his lover up, groaning against his skin, then it isn't long until his hips resume their relentless rhythm.
He can feel the frantic pulse of G'raha's cock against the onahole in his hand, slick with pre-cum. "You're so beautiful like this," Zoro croons, his voice thick and strained. "Tell me how it feels." He wants to hear filthy words between G'raha's moans, and he picks up the pace with his hand, matching the frantic stroking to his deep thrusts, creating a dizzying dual assault. He watches the cords in G'raha's neck stand out, hears his breathy whimpers turn into high, keening cries. He's pushing him right to the edge, and he has every intention of watching him fall.
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But Zoro is somehow still hard, and picks back up where he left off in short order.
"Oh, gods," is all he manages at first, his eyes rolling back, spine arching tightly. "Y-you feel... so good in me, always--" He swallows thickly, still teetering on the brink for a moment longer-- until Zoro's angle is just right and the onahole catches slightly around his tip. He all but sobs through his orgasm, fully overwhelmed by it, weakly clinging to his lover's arms while the toy on his length just serves to keep the mess of his spend localized.