[ It's fantastic, all this sex talk with himself, listening to himself moan. It's like he knows exactly what to do, exactly how to thrill Ray. He growled around Ray's nipple, but there wasn't any biting--he'd abused that poor thing more than enough. So he sucked, and purred, suckled and licked, and then he rocked a little further forward, a little more...
Sucking, moaning around Ray's nipple as Ray stroked his cock, moving over to the other delicate nub and gaining another few inches, a little more space. He sucked a little harder on that one, and just as he thought he had Ray at his most fragile, he went for it.
He threw Ray onto his back hard, jumped up on top of him and sat down hard, rocking down against Ray's hips. His own erection was stiff and free and pointing up into the air, could take an eye out if they weren't explicitly careful. Hey, that might be an idea. But Lew was laughing, ducking down and licking at Ray's chest, sucking bites down across Ray's sternum and ribcage, his head moving down again with pure determination, because the only reason Ray was on his back at all was because Lew was sucking on his nipples. ]
You wanna fight me or you wanna get your dick sucked? Big decision.
[ But he shot his chin up and let Ray see his eyes, those matching eyes, grey blue to grey blue. He smirked Ray's own familiar grin under them, then brought his hands for Ray's fly, squeezing his cock through the denim, then tugging the zip carefully down, just in case Ray too wore his jeans sans culottes.
Tongue uncoiling to its full length, he reached it down, touched the tip of it to Ray's abdomen, and then he lowered himself down over it, puckered his lips, sucked wet marks lower and just for effect dug his nails into that denim groin. Ray could dig his knee into Lew's balls, and Lew could turn that shit right around.
He didn't wait for permission, or for Ray to have a chance to fight back, just buried his nose in fabric and sucked wetly through his double's boxers, sucked and moaned and made damn sure Ray could feel everything; his mouth, his noises, his every hot panting breath. ]
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Sucking, moaning around Ray's nipple as Ray stroked his cock, moving over to the other delicate nub and gaining another few inches, a little more space. He sucked a little harder on that one, and just as he thought he had Ray at his most fragile, he went for it.
He threw Ray onto his back hard, jumped up on top of him and sat down hard, rocking down against Ray's hips. His own erection was stiff and free and pointing up into the air, could take an eye out if they weren't explicitly careful. Hey, that might be an idea. But Lew was laughing, ducking down and licking at Ray's chest, sucking bites down across Ray's sternum and ribcage, his head moving down again with pure determination, because the only reason Ray was on his back at all was because Lew was sucking on his nipples. ]
You wanna fight me or you wanna get your dick sucked? Big decision.
[ But he shot his chin up and let Ray see his eyes, those matching eyes, grey blue to grey blue. He smirked Ray's own familiar grin under them, then brought his hands for Ray's fly, squeezing his cock through the denim, then tugging the zip carefully down, just in case Ray too wore his jeans sans culottes.
Tongue uncoiling to its full length, he reached it down, touched the tip of it to Ray's abdomen, and then he lowered himself down over it, puckered his lips, sucked wet marks lower and just for effect dug his nails into that denim groin. Ray could dig his knee into Lew's balls, and Lew could turn that shit right around.
He didn't wait for permission, or for Ray to have a chance to fight back, just buried his nose in fabric and sucked wetly through his double's boxers, sucked and moaned and made damn sure Ray could feel everything; his mouth, his noises, his every hot panting breath. ]