[That mouth was far too skilled for it's own good. Ashby knew what he was doing, like it was a well practised act done hundreds of times before. Mix that skill with a knowledge for his own body and what you get is electric, a static build up that sparks and shocks. Every part of Ray is already searing with heat, shuddering and gasping at each touch, lick and suck against those sensitive nubs. He's putty against that assault within seconds of it starting, defences dropping without the slightest of cares. Lew can do what he wants so long as it's more of that.
Ray's still somewhat surprised when he finds himself hitting the floor, the slam of his back against floorboards providing enough of a jolt to remind him where he is and what the hell is going on. Right, face twin getting the upper hand. Well shit. Not the end of the world, he can get the upper hand again easily enough. Maybe. Later, when he's not being straddled and ground down against. Even with the warmth of the room, he's left shivering lightly against the air cooling every patch of skin that Ashby's tongue touches.]
I wanna fi-- hn, fffuck!
[Well, same difference. Close enough. It's not like he can be expected to speak with actual words when Lew's at his crotch, squeezing firmly through denim and getting Ray to arch and squirm beneath him.
So maybe fighting back isn't the highest of priorities right now, not with words like 'dick' and 'suck' making an appearance, but Ray retaliates with a hand curling into Lew's spiked hair, fingers entwining where they can and digging blunt nails hard into his scalp. He doesn't control with that hand, doesn't even attempt to encourage, instead letting Ashby do his thing while providing a constant reminder that he can still tug a good handful of hair with him if needed.
Oh, but he doubts he'll need to be tugging Ashby away any time soon. Not when there's that beautiful mouth yet again, pressed deep into the fabric of his boxers and against his fastly growing erection. Ray's not even ashamed of the whining moan that drags from him between gasping breaths, rocking his hips up into that damp warmth while clumsily trying to prop himself up on an elbow to get a look in.]
Nn, yeah, fuckin' knew that mouth was good f-for somethin' other than talkin' shit.
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Ray's still somewhat surprised when he finds himself hitting the floor, the slam of his back against floorboards providing enough of a jolt to remind him where he is and what the hell is going on. Right, face twin getting the upper hand. Well shit. Not the end of the world, he can get the upper hand again easily enough. Maybe. Later, when he's not being straddled and ground down against. Even with the warmth of the room, he's left shivering lightly against the air cooling every patch of skin that Ashby's tongue touches.]
I wanna fi-- hn, fffuck!
[Well, same difference. Close enough. It's not like he can be expected to speak with actual words when Lew's at his crotch, squeezing firmly through denim and getting Ray to arch and squirm beneath him.
So maybe fighting back isn't the highest of priorities right now, not with words like 'dick' and 'suck' making an appearance, but Ray retaliates with a hand curling into Lew's spiked hair, fingers entwining where they can and digging blunt nails hard into his scalp. He doesn't control with that hand, doesn't even attempt to encourage, instead letting Ashby do his thing while providing a constant reminder that he can still tug a good handful of hair with him if needed.
Oh, but he doubts he'll need to be tugging Ashby away any time soon. Not when there's that beautiful mouth yet again, pressed deep into the fabric of his boxers and against his fastly growing erection. Ray's not even ashamed of the whining moan that drags from him between gasping breaths, rocking his hips up into that damp warmth while clumsily trying to prop himself up on an elbow to get a look in.]
Nn, yeah, fuckin' knew that mouth was good f-for somethin' other than talkin' shit.