John's right, his sheer strength can be pretty scary. All the power of a full-on flashback couldn't struggle Charlie out of his grip that one time. And that fact has returned to his mind several times since -- but it hasn't always returned innocently.
"Oh wow," says Charlie as he's lifted the first time, because he's not done vocalising the things he finds horny in the hope that John will find them horny too. "I'm like a goddamn sheet of paper." And he's grinning again as he says it, impressed, with no sign of being scared. "You ever think of... o-oh."
That o-oh is John's head starting to slide against him, momentarily drop-kicking whatever much less important thing he was talking about. From there he's quite happy to settle into the rhythm of John's teasing, his face pressed in turn against John's neck and shoulder as he makes quiet whimpering sounds and hopes - prays - that John will fuck him, and hopes - prays - that he'll keep teasing and teasing.
John'll get to watch Charlie go on a whole face journey when he does finally slide down on his cock. His mouth opens, and his eyes unfocus because what could he possibly focus on besides that. The fact that he's being lifted up and down leaves him little to do with his hands, and so they're trembling on John's chest. His newly-full cock twitches as the rim of his ass tries to flex, what little it can with this beast of a cock stretching it. This is unmistakably the face of a man who's enjoying his seat.
Pretty much as soon as John stops moving, he's flexing and shifting to try to help John split him even further.
"Yeah! C-christ, yeah."
The gentle stretching of the tentacles, and the relaxing effect of whatever's in John's cum, have him pretty much as open as he's ever been. Somehow he thought this would hurt more, but that's an insight from a distant place.
"Fuck me, you're huge." What a choice of expletive in a situation like this. "Christ, John, fuck, you can't stop there."
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"Oh wow," says Charlie as he's lifted the first time, because he's not done vocalising the things he finds horny in the hope that John will find them horny too. "I'm like a goddamn sheet of paper." And he's grinning again as he says it, impressed, with no sign of being scared. "You ever think of... o-oh."
That o-oh is John's head starting to slide against him, momentarily drop-kicking whatever much less important thing he was talking about. From there he's quite happy to settle into the rhythm of John's teasing, his face pressed in turn against John's neck and shoulder as he makes quiet whimpering sounds and hopes - prays - that John will fuck him, and hopes - prays - that he'll keep teasing and teasing.
John'll get to watch Charlie go on a whole face journey when he does finally slide down on his cock. His mouth opens, and his eyes unfocus because what could he possibly focus on besides that. The fact that he's being lifted up and down leaves him little to do with his hands, and so they're trembling on John's chest. His newly-full cock twitches as the rim of his ass tries to flex, what little it can with this beast of a cock stretching it. This is unmistakably the face of a man who's enjoying his seat.
Pretty much as soon as John stops moving, he's flexing and shifting to try to help John split him even further.
"Yeah! C-christ, yeah."
The gentle stretching of the tentacles, and the relaxing effect of whatever's in John's cum, have him pretty much as open as he's ever been. Somehow he thought this would hurt more, but that's an insight from a distant place.
"Fuck me, you're huge." What a choice of expletive in a situation like this. "Christ, John, fuck, you can't stop there."