[ The gem catches his eye -- like jewelry, an adornment at the end of Nikolai's elegant back. How delightfully wanton to have it sitting in that particular spot. His own is all too exposed on his wrist; Nikolai's feels like another secret.
The heavy grind of Nikolai's ass against his cock makes his grin stutter. His patience for teasing wanes by the minute, though Cardan is -- admittedly -- both stubborn and committed.
From whence he produces the little bottle is anyone's guess. It just appears between his fingers like a magician's trick -- a gleaming, ornate thing, made of glass rather than plastic. The oil inside smells faintly herbal and warms easily to skin. Cardan's hands depart and then reappear, slickened now, warm as one slips back over Nikolai's dick and the other finds its way between their bodies. It whispers over the inside of his thigh, trails a caress over his balls before Cardan's slim fingers find his hole. Slick fingertips rub here, marveling at the heat and softness of him, there--
In the neighbourhood below them, a dog walker turns onto Nikolai's street. Even distracted as he is, Cardan spots the movement, and feels another thrill of excitement run through is body. ]
Careful, [ he whispers, as if the person below could hear them,] what you wish for.
[ As if it had been a wish, and not a demand. As if Cardan was going to refuse--
The tip of one finger presses inside, and he exhales, shuddering softly at the heat inside Nikolai's body. ]
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The heavy grind of Nikolai's ass against his cock makes his grin stutter. His patience for teasing wanes by the minute, though Cardan is -- admittedly -- both stubborn and committed.
From whence he produces the little bottle is anyone's guess. It just appears between his fingers like a magician's trick -- a gleaming, ornate thing, made of glass rather than plastic. The oil inside smells faintly herbal and warms easily to skin. Cardan's hands depart and then reappear, slickened now, warm as one slips back over Nikolai's dick and the other finds its way between their bodies. It whispers over the inside of his thigh, trails a caress over his balls before Cardan's slim fingers find his hole. Slick fingertips rub here, marveling at the heat and softness of him, there--
In the neighbourhood below them, a dog walker turns onto Nikolai's street. Even distracted as he is, Cardan spots the movement, and feels another thrill of excitement run through is body. ]
Careful, [ he whispers, as if the person below could hear them,] what you wish for.
[ As if it had been a wish, and not a demand. As if Cardan was going to refuse--
The tip of one finger presses inside, and he exhales, shuddering softly at the heat inside Nikolai's body. ]