[Roman is a Godfrey; he would happily inform him that being hot is genetic or some shit. He can't help it anymore than Cael can help smelling like the wind and the rain and freedom. He grins quietly, against the other boy's skin, coming out as a low murmur as the gypsy shit curses and that agreement is all the encouragement he needs.
But it's not fast enough, and there's a low, guttural laugh when Cael jerks his hips, his cock sliding against his cheek, calling him a slut.]
Fuck yeah, I am.
[And maybe if he wasn't moving to put his cock in his mouth in that same breath he'd be smiling. Instead, he's pushing down on him, eager and those bright bright greens look up at Cael, eager and wanton.]
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Date: 2013-11-08 02:13 am (UTC)But it's not fast enough, and there's a low, guttural laugh when Cael jerks his hips, his cock sliding against his cheek, calling him a slut.]
Fuck yeah, I am.
[And maybe if he wasn't moving to put his cock in his mouth in that same breath he'd be smiling. Instead, he's pushing down on him, eager and those bright bright greens look up at Cael, eager and wanton.]