[ 🔞💭 #bryeon#residentevil ]
“Fuck—! That hu…rtssss—ahhh, fuck! Leon! Fuck! Shit! Fuckfuckfuck—!”
“Keep it down, Hodukavich.”
A large hand crashed down against Bryan’s open mouth. A smile hid behind Leon’s palm at the “RPD” labeled across the man’s—
I know byran be giving the sloppiest of head.
You’d think if he had a mouth full of cock, he’d be quiet— or quieter. But he’s almost louder somehow. Gagging, drooling, choking. Anything for all eyes on him.
[ 🔞💭 #bryeon#residentevil ]
The entire inside of his mouth tasted like whiskey.
‘Good god, he’s so drunk.’ Leon thought this to himself while hands continued to push layers of sweater up to unveil a soft, warm patch of flesh. Fuck. Why can’t he stop?
—his cock with a sloppy wet pop, tossed the teasing little thing in heat over his shoulder and headed to a bedroom where all his holes could be just as full as his mouth. 💙
—Bryan’s hands very gradually slid down Leon’s thighs, nails clawing at the fabric of his jeans. Just before Leon could be sent over the edge on his own time, Bryan looked up at him with those glazed over doe eyes that screamed ‘Fuck me.’
So he did. Pulled him off—