[It's an incredibly stupid remark that probably requires more explanation, but instead Kyle just wraps his lips back around Corry's cock, tongue pressing against the underside. The fingers in his curls elicit a low groan and he relaxes a little more, taking Corry deeper. He seems quite content to let that hand guide him.]
[Corry makes a softly perturbed, questioning sound, but then Kyle's back to sucking him off and it's a question he can ask later. Right now he's preoccupied with sliding both hands into Kyle's hair, pressing him down a bit more, sliding his cock a little farther down his throat.]
There you go, hold it...good. [He doesn't push too far, not yet, just enough to feel Kyle's throat work a little, to see his hazy eyes go teary.] Think you can take it all for me?
[The rush of nearly shameful pleasure he feels at the sensation of Corry directing him firmly has Kyle flushed and mindlessly lifting his hips a little bit. He can't very well answer, so he does the least sexy thing imaginable and gives Corry a thumbs-up. As if to offset this ridiculous gesture, he takes him a little deeper still, mindful to breathe through his nose and keep his head angled right.]
[Corry huffs out a laugh, albeit one that's slightly more breathless, his grip getting tighter in Kyle's hair. He'll take that (adorably dorky) thumbs up as permission to take full control, thrusting up suddenly, as deep as he can.]
There you go, fuckin' perfect. [He holds it there, feeling Kyle's throat work around his cock, hand punishingly tight in his hair. For a long moment it seems like he won't relent, won't loosen his grip until Kyle's actually choking.]
[Hair pulling AND praise? Kyle's in heaven. A heaven where he is dangerously close to choking, sure, but still. He can feel himself drooling, feel his eyes watering, but he doesn't struggle. One hand comes up to gently touch Corry's wrist, bring for enough slack that he can move his head back and forth.
It's not comfortable, but he knows the visual is impressive. Kyle's not above a little discomfort if it impresses.]
[Corry can see that reaction, see the glazed, hazy, pleased way Kyle submits to the hair-pulling, to being a little rough. So he slides one hand free of the curls and brings it down to gently rest over Kyle's throat -- not squeezing, not grabbing, just feeling.]
[Kyle is delighted by that, further driven to please. Breathing is a thing, though, so after some more enthusiastic attempts to get his throat fucked he has to pull back, not quite gagging. He pants, mouth and chin a wet mess.]
[Corry is fairly content to lay back and let Kyle go to town for the most part. However, fairly soon he's pulling hard on his handful of red curls, halting the rhythmic movements.]
Close, I'm -- close, fuck. [He groans, thrusts up hard, once, twice.] Keep your eyes on me. Wanna see how pretty you look when I'm coming down your throat.
[Kyle is good at following orders. He slows a bit, letting Corry slip back down his throat, eyes open and wide, fixed on Corry's face. Keeping his eyes open is actually the hardest part - they keep watering every time Corry thrusts too hard. Still, he's going to swallow every last drop when he cums.]
[Corry thrusts up hard, deep, punishing, feeling Kyle's throat clutch and tighten around his cock, watching tears flood those obediently upturned eyes. Hopefully the hotel is soundproofed, because he's groaning, gasping, keeping up a filthy litany of words as he does --]
God, so fuckin' perfect, baby, look at you, so gorgeous taking my cock, so greedy for it, you needy little slut, born to take it just...like...that--! [One last moan, and Corry’s releasing hot and thick at the back of Kyle's throat.]
[It's not like he can say anything in return. No, he can only swallow and do his level best not to choke. Finally Kyle pulls off with a wet slurp and rolls to the side, breathing quick and deep. He wipes his mouth absently with the back of his hand, shifting to lay on his back. He stares at the ceiling a moment, then glances over at Corry.]
[Corry is also a little breathless, one arm over his face, chest heaving as he comes down from his climax. After a moment, his free hand reaches out, vaguely.]
Got a bit -- carried away, there. By "greedy little slut" I meant "modern, sexually liberated adult".
[As good as the sex is - and it's very good - the casual affection is what makes it truly fulfilling. Kyle isn't labouring under the impression that he's a romantic interest for Corry, but he does think they're friends by now.
He rolls out of bed to get himself and Corry each a bottle of overpriced mineral water, handing one over as he sits back down on the bed. He ubcaps his bottle and takes several long swallows.]
You know, I only taught myself how to deep throat 'cause I thought it would look hot. And my gag reflex was pretty great already anyway.
[Corry scoots closer,making a show of wincing and groaning. He's a creaky old man, okay. He absently reaches out, fingercombing Kyle's hair away from his face.]
However you learned, you're a fucking god at it. I think I actually died and went to heaven, briefly.
[Then he chuckles, sipping his water.] Yeah? Maybe I should do audiobooks or something.
[Those two questions, almost in the same breath, have Corry laughing and choking on his water. He sets it aside, wiping his mouth on his arm.] Ah, Octavia Butler or Madeleine L'Engle.
And I am more outspokenly a fan of any position where I get to see your face. [This is said as he reaches out for Kyle, hands sliding slowly down his chest.]
[That gets a bemused smile, but Corry obligingly rolls towards Kyle, arms sliding around him and tugging him closer.]
Who needs recuperating? I'm not that old. [But he obligingly scatters kisses across Kyle's face, ending at his lips. And, true enough, he's already getting hard again. What is this guy's stamina.]
Maybe we will. [He sounds so confrontational for no reason.
Kyle smiles, clearly pleased with himself, and kisses back. It doesn't take long for him to start exploring Corry's mouth with his tongue, his hips rocking impatiently. He pulls away a little with a groan, ducking his head to gnaw gently at Corry's throat instead.]
You're gonna lay on your back and I'm gonna ride you so fucking good. [Bossy little shit.] Where's all the sex stuff? Bedside table?
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Date: 2022-09-09 04:37 am (UTC)I practiced.
[It's an incredibly stupid remark that probably requires more explanation, but instead Kyle just wraps his lips back around Corry's cock, tongue pressing against the underside. The fingers in his curls elicit a low groan and he relaxes a little more, taking Corry deeper. He seems quite content to let that hand guide him.]
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Date: 2022-09-09 04:44 am (UTC)There you go, hold it...good. [He doesn't push too far, not yet, just enough to feel Kyle's throat work a little, to see his hazy eyes go teary.] Think you can take it all for me?
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Date: 2022-09-09 02:25 pm (UTC)There you go, fuckin' perfect. [He holds it there, feeling Kyle's throat work around his cock, hand punishingly tight in his hair. For a long moment it seems like he won't relent, won't loosen his grip until Kyle's actually choking.]
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Date: 2022-09-09 04:19 pm (UTC)It's not comfortable, but he knows the visual is impressive. Kyle's not above a little discomfort if it impresses.]
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Date: 2022-09-10 12:29 am (UTC)Fuck, I can feel me in your throat, babe.
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Date: 2022-09-10 12:51 am (UTC)Sorry. Air.
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Date: 2022-09-10 02:08 am (UTC)Catch your breath, s'fine. Got all the time in the world.
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Date: 2022-09-10 02:18 am (UTC)[He breathes, stroking Corry's cock the whole time. He leans in to swipe his tongue over the head.]
I always forget how fucking big you are. God, I love a challenge.
[He's a talker, this one. He shuffles closer, wrapping his lips around Corry's dick again and sucking lewdly.]
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Date: 2022-09-10 02:42 am (UTC)[Corry is fairly content to lay back and let Kyle go to town for the most part. However, fairly soon he's pulling hard on his handful of red curls, halting the rhythmic movements.]
Close, I'm -- close, fuck. [He groans, thrusts up hard, once, twice.] Keep your eyes on me. Wanna see how pretty you look when I'm coming down your throat.
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Date: 2022-09-10 03:15 am (UTC)the amount of cumface icons I have is absurd
Date: 2022-09-10 03:33 am (UTC)God, so fuckin' perfect, baby, look at you, so gorgeous taking my cock, so greedy for it, you needy little slut, born to take it just...like...that--! [One last moan, and Corry’s releasing hot and thick at the back of Kyle's throat.]
absurd... or perfect?
Date: 2022-09-10 03:42 am (UTC)...that was hot.
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Date: 2022-09-10 03:56 am (UTC)Got a bit -- carried away, there. By "greedy little slut" I meant "modern, sexually liberated adult".
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Date: 2022-09-10 04:09 am (UTC)No, no. Stick to 'greedy little slut' please. A little sexy degradation is fine. Appreciated, even.
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Date: 2022-09-10 04:15 am (UTC)As long as you know I still respect you, hm?
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Date: 2022-09-10 04:18 am (UTC)[He hesitates only a second before he nuzzles against Corry's throat.]
You better get a second wind, dude. You want some water? I want water. Is the mini fridge stocked?
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Date: 2022-09-10 04:59 am (UTC)Second, third and maybe fourth. [Thrn he sits up slowly, groaning a little.] But you get to pick next. After water.
Of course it is.
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Date: 2022-09-10 05:14 am (UTC)He rolls out of bed to get himself and Corry each a bottle of overpriced mineral water, handing one over as he sits back down on the bed. He ubcaps his bottle and takes several long swallows.]
You know, I only taught myself how to deep throat 'cause I thought it would look hot. And my gag reflex was pretty great already anyway.
You've got a great voice, did you know that?
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Date: 2022-09-10 05:49 am (UTC)However you learned, you're a fucking god at it. I think I actually died and went to heaven, briefly.
[Then he chuckles, sipping his water.] Yeah? Maybe I should do audiobooks or something.
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Date: 2022-09-10 06:03 am (UTC)You could! You could even do erotica if you want to stay on-brand. Who's your favourite author?
[He drinks some more water, then sets the bottle on the bedside table and flops back down.]
So, I'm kinda torn between riding you or having you pound me into the mattress. They both have different appeal, you know?
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Date: 2022-09-10 06:54 pm (UTC)And I am more outspokenly a fan of any position where I get to see your face. [This is said as he reaches out for Kyle, hands sliding slowly down his chest.]
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Date: 2022-09-11 12:18 am (UTC)Okay, that's cool. So either me on top or missionary. I'm cool with that, I like seeing your face too.
[He sounds like he's planning an event, but his body strains towards Corry's touch.]
You should totally kiss me while you recuperate.
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Date: 2022-09-11 07:59 am (UTC)[That gets a bemused smile, but Corry obligingly rolls towards Kyle, arms sliding around him and tugging him closer.]
Who needs recuperating? I'm not that old. [But he obligingly scatters kisses across Kyle's face, ending at his lips. And, true enough, he's already getting hard again. What is this guy's stamina.]
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Date: 2022-09-11 12:25 pm (UTC)Kyle smiles, clearly pleased with himself, and kisses back. It doesn't take long for him to start exploring Corry's mouth with his tongue, his hips rocking impatiently. He pulls away a little with a groan, ducking his head to gnaw gently at Corry's throat instead.]
You're gonna lay on your back and I'm gonna ride you so fucking good. [Bossy little shit.] Where's all the sex stuff? Bedside table?
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