With each push Locke became more adjusted, and the sensation better and better. Now, he understood what Weiler had been talking about. The pleasure took him inside and out, overwhelming in how it stimulated every additional little feeling in small shocks. So this was how he felt, huh? (And maybe he felt even better about being able to please Weiler like this.)
He met Weiler's pushes until he sped up, where it was easier to let him take over. Despite the man obviously not having been in this position in a long time, he did know what he was doing, consistent in strokes and the new inner pleasure. All in all, Locke was glad this was the person he trusted this to - trusted everything to.
"Think I'm close, Heine," he warned, fists tight in the sheet under him. His breaths were shallow, interrupted by moans.
Locke very much underestimated it, though. Within a few seconds of saying that, a sudden spike of pleasure seized his muscles, and he sucked in a startled breath as he came. The residual waves made his hips flinch, leaving him gasping, his forehead bowed against the mattress.
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He met Weiler's pushes until he sped up, where it was easier to let him take over. Despite the man obviously not having been in this position in a long time, he did know what he was doing, consistent in strokes and the new inner pleasure. All in all, Locke was glad this was the person he trusted this to - trusted everything to.
"Think I'm close, Heine," he warned, fists tight in the sheet under him. His breaths were shallow, interrupted by moans.
Locke very much underestimated it, though. Within a few seconds of saying that, a sudden spike of pleasure seized his muscles, and he sucked in a startled breath as he came. The residual waves made his hips flinch, leaving him gasping, his forehead bowed against the mattress.