[littl3chocobo]

as pyce writhed his own gut tightened and tensed to where he felt as if there was a coil inside of him and he needed it unwound. as the soft skin under his lips bunched and folded and moved upwards and away he pulled off and was left breathless over the soft flesh just above the seam of the man's pants. at the words he gave a light nod and turning his head to a partially bared hip bit down