eyes are fixated upon you. “Are you sure to confess your crime to me like this? You can’t shut me up, you know?” He tilts his chin in challenge.
“Hospital 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 be too much. But prison should suffice just fine.”
Gabriel picks up quick. Aah, it’s that kind of situation. Not counting the probability that he’s lying, of course. Something in him tells otherwise. In other words, he’s genuinely fucked in the head.
“Cocky, aren’t you?” The fair-haired folds his arms, the ever-observing gray
>>he gestured towards himself.
"I just got a few scratches because they fought back," he smiled—almost innocently
"So, hospital is a bit much for that, don't you think?"
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@2DimensiMenfess Being caught off-guard that the man finally spoke, Gabriel scoffs in disbelief. That man was healthy enough to talk, but not point out the blaringly red elephant in the room?
“Shouldn’t you be in the damn hospital?” What a loose mouth.
such an important figure, branded as if some kind of an angel being on his knees, letting a man get off by abusing his mouth. Gabriel wants to moan, but it comes out instead as frustrated whines. His throat slightly tightens and his eyes shut closed.
𝘚𝘩𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘱, he wanted to snap, but he could not. Not when adrenaline makes him dizzy and hypersensitive, so aware of how Ellio keeps growing in his mouth and fills anywhere it feels right in his throat.
Hot tears well up and rolls down his bright eyelashes. It’s unsightly,
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My face was burning, my body started to heat up, this was bad. I might not be able to go back. I kept thrusting my hips while I was seeking for more comfort. This whole situation was kind of funny when I thought about it. I slipped out a chuckle while I abused his mouth
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Gabriel is being oddly obedient, doing as you tell him to. And yes, you slide down his throat so easily that way.
A small whine escapes him as you push in, tears forming up on the corner of his eyes. As much as he’d love to pretend like he didn't enjoy it — he suprisingly liked
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I slightly frowned, a slight comfort teased me as the damp warmth from his mouth wrapped 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦—since it was only the tip. “That’s not how you do it,” I said, carding my fingers through his bright colored strands, combing his hair backwards. “You’re smart, aren’t you?
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the way his throat feels filled. Gabriel clasps his spit-slick lips around your girth, experimentally trying to suck what’s inside with his tongue. Is he ... getting a hard-on from this? No way. His face burns redder as he opens his eyes and stares up at you, as if wanting you to