Okay, cool, so he would still have hair after this. Maybe shoulder bruises, too, but that's hardly the worst sex injury that he had ever acquired to date.
Still, with the way Lucio was saying his name, with the desperate wet kisses against his skin, with this thing (he needed to give it a name) jerking him off, it was like he was fucking deep Lucio himself, could imagine the feel of those muscles cradling him as he pressed in and out, how tight they fit around him. He could imagine pulling him down in his lap and guiding him on every energetic, needy bounce, and the way that chest would visibly hitch as his thighs tensed. And Tucker would stroke him as he fucked him until he was coming all over both of their ches--
"Ffffuck." God, this sexbeast was beyond descriptors, beyond metaphors; anything he said could never convey what it was that he was feeling. His mouth opened, but his eyelids fluttered as he tried to hold back, to just make this last longer, something that was never exactly his forte. The whole thing was just...was just like drowning, and Lucio's display of utter depravity was just what he needed.
"You're d-doing so good. So...so good. T-Take it in a little more." He twisted his wrist to give a small variation on the stroking, thumb rubbing the tip while his body pulled just enough so that other man couldn't hide in his shoulder. Tucker needed to memorize this shit. Moving the hand from the other man's chest, he slid two of his finger's into Lucio's mouth and stretched them far, wide, forcing it open like a spider gag.
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Still, with the way Lucio was saying his name, with the desperate wet kisses against his skin, with this thing (he needed to give it a name) jerking him off, it was like he was fucking deep Lucio himself, could imagine the feel of those muscles cradling him as he pressed in and out, how tight they fit around him. He could imagine pulling him down in his lap and guiding him on every energetic, needy bounce, and the way that chest would visibly hitch as his thighs tensed. And Tucker would stroke him as he fucked him until he was coming all over both of their ches--
"Ffffuck." God, this sexbeast was beyond descriptors, beyond metaphors; anything he said could never convey what it was that he was feeling. His mouth opened, but his eyelids fluttered as he tried to hold back, to just make this last longer, something that was never exactly his forte. The whole thing was just...was just like drowning, and Lucio's display of utter depravity was just what he needed.
"You're d-doing so good. So...so good. T-Take it in a little more." He twisted his wrist to give a small variation on the stroking, thumb rubbing the tip while his body pulled just enough so that other man couldn't hide in his shoulder. Tucker needed to memorize this shit. Moving the hand from the other man's chest, he slid two of his finger's into Lucio's mouth and stretched them far, wide, forcing it open like a spider gag.
"Fu...fucking proud of you."