The hands in his hair were his guilty pleasure. The sensation of fingers against his scalp was something so delightful, even now the motion was rougher, more urgent, it still send a shiver down his spine. And he allowed it as he continued to push, enjoying the tightness the flexed muscles caused.
He took one of Tom's hands then, and guided it to his own cock. "Touch yourself, make it last."
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Date: 2012-11-09 09:10 pm (UTC)He took one of Tom's hands then, and guided it to his own cock. "Touch yourself, make it last."