[ Supposedly, he is being asked a question that requires an answer, but James is getting increasingly lost in the feeling of the other man's lips, tongue pushing into him, cock pushing into him, he's being filled from both ends now and he's been brought up well, everything else aside, he knows not to speak with his mouth full. His mother would be so, so unhappy with him... Not that he nurtures that thought for long, instead focusing on the tightness of Lucifer's fingers around his cock, his cock in James' ass and the way they're moving together, in sync, against each other in perfect time. Oh. Oh.
Moaning now, loudly, against the other man's lips, he amps up the pace, riding Lucifer's cock harder, faster, the water splashing around them with every movement. He pulls out of the kiss, breath escalating, and presses his forehead against the other man's, tightening his asshole around his length as he goes up the next time, and the next time after that. He's so big that every inch of him is rubbing over his prostate and his balls are drawing up fast now, climax drawing nearer, like a wave. ]
Oh - [ A year and a half ago, he'd have said oh, God, but he doesn't anymore. He hasn't since he moved here. From one day to the next, he just stopped taking the Lord's name in vain. Mostly because he didn't feel like taking the Lord's name anywhere, you know? Didn't feel like using it. After all, what for? He gasps, whimpers, a long outdrawn sound and then finished with a more profane: ] - fuck.
[ When it finally hits him, it's like an overwhelming wall of pleasure. He moans, feeling his asshole contract harshly while his cock pulses in Lucifer's grip, his balls drawing up against his body. His hips work throughout, pushing in, pushing back, his back slightly arched and his skin shining from water, sweat, eyes closed, mouth agape. ]
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Moaning now, loudly, against the other man's lips, he amps up the pace, riding Lucifer's cock harder, faster, the water splashing around them with every movement. He pulls out of the kiss, breath escalating, and presses his forehead against the other man's, tightening his asshole around his length as he goes up the next time, and the next time after that. He's so big that every inch of him is rubbing over his prostate and his balls are drawing up fast now, climax drawing nearer, like a wave. ]
Oh - [ A year and a half ago, he'd have said oh, God, but he doesn't anymore. He hasn't since he moved here. From one day to the next, he just stopped taking the Lord's name in vain. Mostly because he didn't feel like taking the Lord's name anywhere, you know? Didn't feel like using it. After all, what for? He gasps, whimpers, a long outdrawn sound and then finished with a more profane: ] - fuck.
[ When it finally hits him, it's like an overwhelming wall of pleasure. He moans, feeling his asshole contract harshly while his cock pulses in Lucifer's grip, his balls drawing up against his body. His hips work throughout, pushing in, pushing back, his back slightly arched and his skin shining from water, sweat, eyes closed, mouth agape. ]