Even though Eliot had been on the verge before, he held on for the sake of
the man beneath him. There were little that he could do for Sam right now
except to try to make this almost bearable and take onto himself to do
everything so Sam didn't have to. That included keeping his arm around Sam
while his hand held his cock so he could stroke the other in time to his
fucking.
It wasn't only for the sake of what they were doing that Eliot made sure
Sam got off, but Eliot was a man who made sure he pleasured his partners
too. Given, most of the time he pleasured women, but now was not the time
for differentiating. This made things awkward at first, but he got the hang
of it quickly, establishing a rhythm that took him back to the edge. Except
Sam wasn't ready, so he tightened his grip and pumped him faster until
Eliot felt the man shudder and spill, weak as the orgasm was, across his
hand. Quickly he changed his grip to holding Sam up across his stomach,
taking the weight off the man as best as he could without actually pressing
into the slashed back.
I've gotcha, he had said, and he kept his word.
Then and only then did Eliot groan and follow suit, releasing himself deep
into the depths of the man beneath him. Panting lightly, Eliot stayed in
place until he was sure Sam could support himself before he let go and
pulled out, his spent cock slipping easily from Sam's channel.
Without looking towards the Devil, Eliot asked, "There, was that what you
wanted?"
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Even though Eliot had been on the verge before, he held on for the sake of the man beneath him. There were little that he could do for Sam right now except to try to make this almost bearable and take onto himself to do everything so Sam didn't have to. That included keeping his arm around Sam while his hand held his cock so he could stroke the other in time to his fucking.
It wasn't only for the sake of what they were doing that Eliot made sure Sam got off, but Eliot was a man who made sure he pleasured his partners too. Given, most of the time he pleasured women, but now was not the time for differentiating. This made things awkward at first, but he got the hang of it quickly, establishing a rhythm that took him back to the edge. Except Sam wasn't ready, so he tightened his grip and pumped him faster until Eliot felt the man shudder and spill, weak as the orgasm was, across his hand. Quickly he changed his grip to holding Sam up across his stomach, taking the weight off the man as best as he could without actually pressing into the slashed back.
I've gotcha, he had said, and he kept his word.
Then and only then did Eliot groan and follow suit, releasing himself deep into the depths of the man beneath him. Panting lightly, Eliot stayed in place until he was sure Sam could support himself before he let go and pulled out, his spent cock slipping easily from Sam's channel.
Without looking towards the Devil, Eliot asked, "There, was that what you wanted?"