Every movement seemed so calculated and thought out, as if Sean just knew his body so well that he understood exactly how to get the maximum effect. Bobby felt as every nerve-ending was just firing up with sheer pleasure.
"Fuck, you're so-" the adjective never followed, Sean took him deeply and any logical vocabulary just fell straight out of Bobby's brain. It was just replaced with a moan of pleasure, fingers pressing in to the soft skin of Sean's shoulders.