( Miyano is trembling under his hands, and Bruce grips harder still. Color is blossoming under his hands on that fair skin, but the strength in his hands is unrelenting and solid, prepared to keep the teen's hips up in their place even if his arms give out. The length of his tail finally uncoils from around the other's cock, instead letting the soft, warm spade at the tip trail over his back and sides the same way his hands might have if they were free.
He holds himself still, letting Miyano move. He watches him with bright eyes, amused, at how he tries to sink deeper back on him, how he pleads for more. But when their eyes meet, he finally relents.
His hips push forward, sinking slowly into the tight hole. His own voice catches in his throat on a moan, and he breathes out slowly when he feels the teen's stretched rim bump the swollen knot at the base of his cock. That'll come soon, he thinks eagerly, and after a couple of seconds of enjoying being seated inside Miyano, he's pulling out almost fully, leaving just the tip. Then he's driving back in, fast and hard. )
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He holds himself still, letting Miyano move. He watches him with bright eyes, amused, at how he tries to sink deeper back on him, how he pleads for more. But when their eyes meet, he finally relents.
His hips push forward, sinking slowly into the tight hole. His own voice catches in his throat on a moan, and he breathes out slowly when he feels the teen's stretched rim bump the swollen knot at the base of his cock. That'll come soon, he thinks eagerly, and after a couple of seconds of enjoying being seated inside Miyano, he's pulling out almost fully, leaving just the tip. Then he's driving back in, fast and hard. )