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Valanthe makes a pleased little noise, tilting his head into Altair's hand as he comes down from his orgasm. It hadn't been the best location -- and frankly, he's going to be uncomfortable for a while, but he's got no complaints.

"Mm... Thank you for indulging me."
"Oh, please," Valanthe whispers, the thought of Altair's cock splitting him open and burning him through with lust.

His eyes squeeze shut and he rocks his hips once, twice, three times more before the pleasure boils over and he spills his orgasm on the inside of his pants, body shaking and
That makes Valanthe whimper out loud; it's hard not to, given that that very thought is the subject of a good majority of Valanthe's recent fantasies.

"I wake up hard thinking about you inside me," he whispers, hips bucking in an erratic rhythm. He's so close, he's not going to last.
Valanthe whines again, the sound low in his throat and a little needy. He curls his fingers in the fabric of Altair's pants, nails pressing into the fabric to hold on as tightly as he can.

"Fuck, you feel good," he whispers, voice still rough. He continues to rock his hips, eyes closing tightly as
"I was considering not doing anything, just making myself wait, but --"

He whimpers as Altair's leg presses between his thighs, his eyes closing for a moment. "But this is. . . Even better."

There's a rapid flush rising in his cheeks as he grips Altair's thigh in one hand, rocking his hips in
just. . . Stop. But if Altair wants to touch return the favor, he's not going to complain.

"But if you want to. . . By all means."
"I was just going to. . . " He makes a vague hand motion.

Truthfully, he's pretty sure he could get off on Altair just talking to him if he really wanted to. Or he could rut against Altair's thigh or calf like he'd done the first time.

There's also a temptation to get himself to that edge and
"Oh, no," Valanthe whispers immediately, voice a little rough in his throat. He blinks wide eyes up at Altair, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks.

"Not at all. It was perfect, I'm --" He cuts off abruptly, biting his lip. He's still hard in his trousers.
Valanthe swallows what he can as it spills into his throat. What he can't swallow spills down his chin, and he wipes it away with his fingers, licking them clean.

He's breathless, his eyes dark and sparking with heat. Tear stains streak down his chin from having choked on Altair's cock, but he
heat spiraling through him, and he presses his palm against he front of his pants to stave off his own orgasm.
Valanthe tries to whimper, though the sound doesn't come out between the lack of oxygen and the way Altair continues to thrust into his mouth. He's a little dizzy, a certain haziness at the corners of his vision, but he remains pliant and wanting as Altair fucks into his throat.

It's good, sends
Oh โ€”

So that's what it feels like when Altair begins to lose control. For a moment, it's overwhelming, dizzying. Valanthe chokes around Altair's cock with gags and quiet whimpers. He forces his throat to relax, opens his mouth as wide as possible.

The hand that had rested on Altair's thigh
Oh, yes -- that's exactly what Valanthe wants. He inhales sharply as Altair pulls back and chokes on a quiet whimper as he thrusts back in. All he can really do is let his jaw go lax, scratching softly at Altair's thigh.

He attempts to hold Altair's gaze, even as his eyes grow wet when Altair's
Altair's a well-endowed man. Valanthe's lips stretch wide to take him in, and he can feel the ache in his jaw, the way it stops him from being able to pull in breath, and it's good.

His eyes flutter shut when Altair's hips rock forward, and he whines softly, a quiet encouragement. He swallows,
Valanthe is going to commit that noise to his memory, the way that he can make Altair sound, noises he would normally never make.

He curls his hand around the base of Altair's cock and leans in with a soft whimper, swallowing Altair's cock down until his lips hit his fingers. His throat constricts
There's part of Valanthe that wonders if he could tease enough to fracture Altair's control, to actually make him lose the carefully crafted stability he always shows.

He opens his eyes again, pupils wide and dark with lust when he meets Altair's gaze. He flicks his tongue slowly, swirling it over