[Hard to know where to look. At his own hand, giving Winter's cock the attention it deserves with long and languorous strokes, or at the man's expression, looking all the more wonderful as the seconds pass.
In the end, he angles his head up to look at him, grinning crookedly, but not without a deep well of affection churning inside of him, all the same.]
Oh, you did. And of course I'll oblige you.
[Another stroke down and up, then he runs his thumb over the head of his cock, picking up a glisten of precome along the way. Teases-]
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In the end, he angles his head up to look at him, grinning crookedly, but not without a deep well of affection churning inside of him, all the same.]
Oh, you did. And of course I'll oblige you.
[Another stroke down and up, then he runs his thumb over the head of his cock, picking up a glisten of precome along the way. Teases-]
Unless you'd like for me to stop?