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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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.