gaze flickered briefly to the bruise, his expression hardening for a split second before he masked it with indifference.
“ got your ass kicked? .. pathetic. ”
"When you know something's a lie, it doesn't bother you." He shrugged as he placed his crimson-red helmet on the table. He had a bruise over one of his eyes; it had been a long night.
"You're a brat. I'm calling you what you are." Jason stood firmly in front of him, looking down as there was a noticeable difference in size between them.
@boysaviours now, he was silent—too silent. The green orbs lingered, gazing at him, while fingers softly traced his face, as if trying to commit every detail to memory.
@boysaviours allowing himself to be dragged, hands roaming over the other’s body, each touch slow and firm. one hand tightens possessively on his hips, while the other traces the contours of his face, teasing and gentle. https://t.co/haRSutKnFU
@boysaviours below, his cock throbbed, straining hard against his pants, unbearable. each slow stroke of that thumb sent another pulse straight to his aching length, making the tight fabric almost painful as his arousal grew.
@boysaviours thumb dragged over jon’s tongue, pressing down before swirling teasingly, smearing spit as it played with the slick muscle.
“ hm.. 𝑐𝑢𝑡𝑒. ” https://t.co/XuGF065mtQ