Fuck, Anders. ( The words were hissed between clenched teeth, the feeling of Anders mouth almost too good. And maybe it was the drink(s), the buzz in his head, or simply the fact that he hadn't gotten laid in a while (more important things to do, after all), but he was not sure how long he'd last like this.
He did need to do one thing though, before he pressed forward: ) Give me a pinch if you need me to stop - punch me if you have to. ( He tapped his own thigh for emphasis, then slid that same hand over the top of Anders head; fingers gripping the blonde locks, holding tight. His hips jerked forward, cock pressing past the tightness of the other man's throat - not yet hilting, but coming close before he eased back again, gave him a second to brace and then thrust again. )
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He did need to do one thing though, before he pressed forward: ) Give me a pinch if you need me to stop - punch me if you have to. ( He tapped his own thigh for emphasis, then slid that same hand over the top of Anders head; fingers gripping the blonde locks, holding tight. His hips jerked forward, cock pressing past the tightness of the other man's throat - not yet hilting, but coming close before he eased back again, gave him a second to brace and then thrust again. )