[It's half reassurance for Rude's sake and half his own purring enjoyment of the way he's getting used to the feeling of being so thoroughly filled. The duality of Rude's mouth soothing against his neck pairs well with the nearly overwhelming feeling of his cock stretching him out, keeping his focus divided and rebounding between the two separate stimuli.
And he makes good on his word. When Rufus decides he's ready, perhaps earlier than anyone might have expected him to be, he sets his hands firmly on Rude's shoulders and pulls himself up before sinking down again, adding the breathless delight of friction to the mix. And so what if his plans of teasing have started to slant to the wayside, when his current predicament is just as good if not better: his lovely, dutiful Turk ready and willing to serve, making himself as much a toy as a partner for Rufus to find pleasure from.
Shiva, his cock is big. It's big and it's good and Rufus is already wound up from the power rush of it all, so much so that he doesn't see much reason to hold himself back for the sake of appearances or anything else.
It doesn't take long for him to come — and he certainly intends to do it more than once, as though his orgasms are separate dishes in a multi-course meal he intends to savor for hours — thrillingly caught between grinding his cock against Rude's body and working his own prostate with Rude's. This first one is an understated affair, punctuated only by a quiet gasp and a tremor and a hot spill of cum, but Rude is more than close enough to feel all of it against his body and beneath his hands.]
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[It's half reassurance for Rude's sake and half his own purring enjoyment of the way he's getting used to the feeling of being so thoroughly filled. The duality of Rude's mouth soothing against his neck pairs well with the nearly overwhelming feeling of his cock stretching him out, keeping his focus divided and rebounding between the two separate stimuli.
And he makes good on his word. When Rufus decides he's ready, perhaps earlier than anyone might have expected him to be, he sets his hands firmly on Rude's shoulders and pulls himself up before sinking down again, adding the breathless delight of friction to the mix. And so what if his plans of teasing have started to slant to the wayside, when his current predicament is just as good if not better: his lovely, dutiful Turk ready and willing to serve, making himself as much a toy as a partner for Rufus to find pleasure from.
Shiva, his cock is big. It's big and it's good and Rufus is already wound up from the power rush of it all, so much so that he doesn't see much reason to hold himself back for the sake of appearances or anything else.
It doesn't take long for him to come — and he certainly intends to do it more than once, as though his orgasms are separate dishes in a multi-course meal he intends to savor for hours — thrillingly caught between grinding his cock against Rude's body and working his own prostate with Rude's. This first one is an understated affair, punctuated only by a quiet gasp and a tremor and a hot spill of cum, but Rude is more than close enough to feel all of it against his body and beneath his hands.]