There's a power coursing through Bobo in that moment, feeling that gaze going through him. Knowing that he might be asking too much, pushing limits they had ever established. Things are changing between them, and Bobo realizes that he never could have known to ask for this, willing and eager between them and not fear and groveling.
And knowing he doesn't have a desire to lose it. Or to deny Bull truly.
"How can I tell you no?"
Already dropping one hand to his waistband and working it open, groaning as air caressed heated skin as he pulled open his trousers. Through it all he kept hold of the rope. "Jesus," he groans, achingly hard already.
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And knowing he doesn't have a desire to lose it. Or to deny Bull truly.
"How can I tell you no?"
Already dropping one hand to his waistband and working it open, groaning as air caressed heated skin as he pulled open his trousers. Through it all he kept hold of the rope. "Jesus," he groans, achingly hard already.