L guides Cesar's fingers back into his mouth, and this time the 'test' takes him right down to the base of his fingers. His fingertips can feel the back of L's tongue, and the backs of his nails where the roof of L's mouth gives way to soft throat. There's tongue, and sucking, and Cesar doesn't think he's ever done anything this unexpectedly erotic in his life.
L pulls back, breathless and murmuring. Cesar's mouth is dry, and he realizes his own lips are parted, equally airless. He wants more, and at the same time he's pinwheeling, torn by the fact that this is out of nowhere, and that they're realistically not ready for this. They're drunk. What seems like a good idea now probably won't seem like a good idea later.
If Cesar were speaking out loud, he'd have to clear his throat. For now, he swallows reflexively.
{Inconsistent technique. Should repeat consistently.}
One of them should care more, but this is fine, and it isn't a big deal, and really, he wants more. His eyes are bright with alcohol and something else, and they rest on L's lips, transfixed.
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L guides Cesar's fingers back into his mouth, and this time the 'test' takes him right down to the base of his fingers. His fingertips can feel the back of L's tongue, and the backs of his nails where the roof of L's mouth gives way to soft throat. There's tongue, and sucking, and Cesar doesn't think he's ever done anything this unexpectedly erotic in his life.
L pulls back, breathless and murmuring. Cesar's mouth is dry, and he realizes his own lips are parted, equally airless. He wants more, and at the same time he's pinwheeling, torn by the fact that this is out of nowhere, and that they're realistically not ready for this. They're drunk. What seems like a good idea now probably won't seem like a good idea later.
If Cesar were speaking out loud, he'd have to clear his throat. For now, he swallows reflexively.
{Inconsistent technique. Should repeat consistently.}
One of them should care more, but this is fine, and it isn't a big deal, and really, he wants more. His eyes are bright with alcohol and something else, and they rest on L's lips, transfixed.