Swirling lick and an affectionate brush of nose to taint parted Jon from the spectacular arse hovering about his mouth the last little while. A bittersweet goodbye - definately “See you later, Alligator!” if Jon had any say in the matter - loss of oral connection pained a touch. Not enough to call hold on boyfriend retrieving almighty lubricant or the subsequent grease-down of truncheon still warm and wet from such a fantastic blowjob, but Jon did catch himself trying to reach for Robb. Neolithic era instincts rising to the surface now they no longer shared such an intimate embrace.
He wanted to touch. Grab fistfulls of lover’s backside and haul him down once more. Dig tooth and nail into fleshy mounds continuing to knead Robb open till reduced to nothing but a messy Highland burr, pliant and bendy partner became completely reliant on Jon’s kindness.
Simon says touch your toes. Simon says touch your lips. Touch your arsehole.
Simon says touch your arsehole.
But those weren’t the agreed upon rules by which they played and in keeping with shared trust, Jon held his breath and simply watched. Would absolutely not complain or give Robb the slightest wiggle-room to doubt he was anything less than one hundred twenty percent elated by the morning’s knockabout and golden ratio fingers now disappearing into spit-prepped and lubed arse.
Heady beast, that bondage business.
“God, look at you... you’re amazing, Robb,” rode on the coattails of latest exhale, delight evident in words shaky delivery and the eyes roaming ginger curls to ginger curls. “I don’t even know my favourite part.”
Sex incarnate, Robb embodied the explicit and the sensual. Whether it be the subtle enjoyment of self-pleasure evidenced by lids washing over ocean blue eyes and pearly teeth sunk into the corner of bottom lip; or the blatant, virile affront of fingers stretching himself open, the squelch-growl-Oh, Jon! display straddling his ribcage driving bound lover to give freedom the old college try once more.
Their bed creaked under strain but Robb’s clever handiwork held fast to both Jon’s delight and frustration.