John's head rolls back, eyes closed, rumbling with deep satisfaction as Charlie deep throats as much of his cock as he can. Fuck. Fuck, that feels good. Fuck, he can't even look at it or he'll lose his mind.
The tips of his claws slide along Charlie's scalp, drawing together and spreading again in an effort not to lose it. He wants so much to savor this.
"Charlie..."
That same wanton, desperate tone from the dream. He won't move, can't move, sounds almost wounded when Charlie starts bobbing.
His hips shift, slowly, carefully, and his breathing is erratic as Charlie gets more of the liquid for his trouble. It's so good. It's so fucking good.
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John's head rolls back, eyes closed, rumbling with deep satisfaction as Charlie deep throats as much of his cock as he can. Fuck. Fuck, that feels good. Fuck, he can't even look at it or he'll lose his mind.
The tips of his claws slide along Charlie's scalp, drawing together and spreading again in an effort not to lose it. He wants so much to savor this.
"Charlie..."
That same wanton, desperate tone from the dream. He won't move, can't move, sounds almost wounded when Charlie starts bobbing.
His hips shift, slowly, carefully, and his breathing is erratic as Charlie gets more of the liquid for his trouble. It's so good. It's so fucking good.