This is the difficult part for Ocelot. Not the fingering Kaz, but ignoring that his dick is hard as hell and his body is yelling to fuck him, to ravage him and to make him see stars, no, scratch that, to see goddamn galaxies.
He's so beautiful like this, brain vs. body, brain fighting to keep his dignity and not respond and to be stronger than this, but his body, oh, his body is winning the battle, hand gripping the sheets and a bead of blood on his lip from how hard he's biting, eyes lidded but still fighting to stay open
"How's this, Miller?" Ocelot says, trying for oblivious but coming out huskier than intended, lust tinting his vision and distorting his thoughts, the blood in his head roaring.
"It's-oh God- it's good," Miller babbles, sex-drunk already and he hasn't even got a dick in him yet. …show more content…
"You know, Miller, I thought of you all day," Ocelot prompts, voice low and dangerous, and it makes Kaz have to close his eyes for a second, because he's be a damned liar if he said Ocelot's stupid voice didn't do things to him, that he didn't think of it whispering in his ear when he couldn't sleep at night. He was the devil on his shoulder, the finger that beckoned him towards sin.
A third finger finds its way in, the burn no longer noticeable to Kaz, who's low whimpers and groans are becoming increasingly louder as time goes
He's so beautiful like this, brain vs. body, brain fighting to keep his dignity and not respond and to be stronger than this, but his body, oh, his body is winning the battle, hand gripping the sheets and a bead of blood on his lip from how hard he's biting, eyes lidded but still fighting to stay open
"How's this, Miller?" Ocelot says, trying for oblivious but coming out huskier than intended, lust tinting his vision and distorting his thoughts, the blood in his head roaring.
"It's-oh God- it's good," Miller babbles, sex-drunk already and he hasn't even got a dick in him yet. …show more content…
"You know, Miller, I thought of you all day," Ocelot prompts, voice low and dangerous, and it makes Kaz have to close his eyes for a second, because he's be a damned liar if he said Ocelot's stupid voice didn't do things to him, that he didn't think of it whispering in his ear when he couldn't sleep at night. He was the devil on his shoulder, the finger that beckoned him towards sin.
A third finger finds its way in, the burn no longer noticeable to Kaz, who's low whimpers and groans are becoming increasingly louder as time goes