@hellevisions Cue a soft laugh, keeping his lover down with ease under his body weight.
"You shouldn't lie to people, Vincenzo. You could hurt their feelings~"
Don't mind him keeping a nice grip on his length, only to use his thumb to simulate under the head ruthlessly.
That you are, my precious gem ๐
Did you prefer the spiky chicken wire for bondage or barbed wire? I think barbed wire is more aesthetically pleasurable to the eye but the chicken wire tends to leave more intricate puncture wounds!
@hellevisions Of course the god couldn't go a single second without making sure this smaller man was properly serviced, taken care of, and loved up on.
Leaning in, he'd kiss his lips as a stained black hand caressed his length, oil covering the skin in a thin layer as he massages and strokes.
@hellevisions Hands work diligently, tenderly caressing his pecks and moving down, applying the right pressure to toned muscles as his hands continue to work. His chest, his sides, his arms, his legs, /everything/ was given attention.
Including the length between his legs.
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@hellevisions The oil would be set aside after a generous amount is used, a stained back hand moving to spread and tenderly massage the orchid scented substance in.
@hellevisions Violet eyes watch with love as the other strips, taking in every detail and burning it into his memory the same way he always has.
"Good Vinny~" the god leans over him, pressing a tender kiss to his lips as he drops oil onto the pale skin of the raven.
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@hellevisions Over his long span of life! Whether he kept it as sentimental value or because he liked it, who knows. The god simply looked at Vinny before opening the bottle.
"Strip for me, my dear~ please? Lay back and get comfortable~"
@hellevisions "Perhaps you could return the favorite /afterwards/ if that's the case."
And soon he's setting the raven down on the end and grabbing what would most definitely be a familiar aid from the first day they met.
The container of oil had been refilled countless times
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i watch him in the kitchen๏ผ and i think of how much it hurts to love somebody. how deep the hurt is๏ผ how almost unbearable. it's not the love that hurts; it's the possibility of anything happening to the object of your love.