There is no such thing as focus, no way to think of anything but the heat and pleasure of Bull's beautiful mouth, the energy he puts into all of this. He's beautiful, and sexy, and God but Bobo could get lost in all of this. Especially because he's more than just sex, and there's now this trust and it leaves Bobo weak in the knees. Literally.
Twisting his hand against the rope, moaning as he rocks his hips, driving against Bull's mouth with low, rumbling sounds.
"That's it. God damn, that's it," he groans, shuddering, knowing he can't even last. Not with the way Bull does these things to him, leaving him panting, trying to find a way to control himself but he can't. Not when Bull does these things. "Fuck. Bull..."
He cries out, the sound sharp and brittle as he tries to warn him before coming. Eyes rolling back as he very nearly blacks out in the moment, knees buckling, barely catching himself as he uses those same rope holds to not just crumple on the ground before Bull.
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Twisting his hand against the rope, moaning as he rocks his hips, driving against Bull's mouth with low, rumbling sounds.
"That's it. God damn, that's it," he groans, shuddering, knowing he can't even last. Not with the way Bull does these things to him, leaving him panting, trying to find a way to control himself but he can't. Not when Bull does these things. "Fuck. Bull..."
He cries out, the sound sharp and brittle as he tries to warn him before coming. Eyes rolling back as he very nearly blacks out in the moment, knees buckling, barely catching himself as he uses those same rope holds to not just crumple on the ground before Bull.