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08 October 2007 @ 06:01 pm
 
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Don't I get another kiss, nya, nya, nyeah, I know. Childish. But seriously! I just kissed him! Jackass. Knew that didn't make no impression at all. Bet he wants Wes kisses. Bet he just wants Wes, that's why he's not impressed with me. Bah. Men! Like I didn't see him look at Wes when he thinks I'm not watching him. Yeah, I seen it. Wes hasn't. Wes is being oblivious guy.

They got something those two. Something I can't give either of them and it doesn't have to do with both of them having a dick! Cause hey, I could strap one on an viola! It's not that, it's something. Something. I dunno. Something.

I try not to huff as I lay there with my head on Wes chest. And yeah, Angel's hand rubbing my back feels nice but I'm still with the disappointed about my kiss not making him with the speechless. I mean, what does it take?! Geeze. Okay, it takes very little to get Wes speechless, so that's not an example and--

Or totally not speechless. Huh. I still say my boys kissing is hot. See? I knew that's what-- "Hmpf?" Oh. Oh yeah!. Now that's what I call a kiss. Such a Wes kiss, but there's something urgent behind it. When we pull back, - damn air - I blink at him stupidly and for the first time I'm kinda speechless. Huh. That was all kinds of unexpected.

His next words are even more so. I wasn't sulking! I wasn't! What's with the look? Oh hell, okay, okay, so I was sulking. And Angel was brooding? Why? What's he got to brood about dammit! Okay, okay, no sulking.

Damn if there aren't things Angel and I need to talk about. Soon. Yeah. Not now, now I'm going to not sulk and get some rest.

"Yes, boss," I murmur, giving him a mock salute which seems to amuse him. Okay. Good. Amused Wes is always of the good. I give Angel a tentative look - and who thought I'd be capable of that? - before reaching out for his hand to lace our fingers together.
 
 
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Keep Me: ang happy_keep_me on October 9th, 2007 02:19 am (UTC)
"Yes," I mumble when Wes asks me if I'm going to pout. Because I sure as hell am. If she's gotten upset over a kiss somehow and won't give me another one, well, yeah, I'm going to pout. It was a good kiss! I even said she was dangerous with those kisses, what more does Cordy want? Unless it was something else-

Oh. Mmm. That's nice. His hand has me leaning forward for his lips before I even have a clue of what he wants. I could have sworn I heard a sigh. Not exactly a sound I expect to lead to kissing. Nice kissing too. I barely have time to kiss back though before he moves directly onto Cordelia, and we're both looking around glassy-eyed after that.

Unexpectedly, Cordy silently admits to the sulking and the sulky look disappears a little. Enough that I get a tentative look. Which shocks the hell out of me more than Wes walking around naked in public or something. I definitely hide the shock though and give her hand a little squeeze. "Love you," I murmur quietly, still thinking of that tentative, unsure look and wondering how in the hell I managed to make Cordelia Chase have doubts. I pull our entwined hands up to my mouth to give hers a kiss.

"Love you, too," I say just as quietly to Wes, again kissing his temple. "You two should rest," I add, pulling them both impossibly closer. "I'll be right here when you wake up," I add. They're going to be waking up to me for a long time to come if I have my way about it. I hope.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: brown sweater looking down smile S2/3watcher_pryce on October 9th, 2007 07:55 pm (UTC)
Huh. Of course I wasn't sure it would work. So to see that it does? Amazing. To say I'm finding myself somewhat stunned would be an understatement. My eyes keep darting from Cordelia to Angel, keeping very quiet. They seem to be having a bit of a private moment there and there is just no way I wish to disturb that. They need those. Private moment.

By now I've figured out, to my utmost disbelieve, that Cordelia and Angel both may be having some issues as well. Confidence issues. And there's something I'd never, ever thought. Their though, all stem back to one thing and one thing only. Us. This relation ship. Their place in it. And I shouldn't but it makes me feel somewhat relieved to know I'm not the only one.

The exception being that they hide their so, so much better then I. Of course they needn't be insecure. They very much belong together and I feel very lucky to have been let inside of this... circle. Close to them.

What's even more stunning is hearing Angel say those three little words. The ones that had him freak out nary a day ago. My eyes go wide as I look up at him but they soon turn into a look of pure adoration. Great, now I'm turning into what Cordelia would call a 'wuss'. Next my allergies will come into play, but I doubt they'd notice that. What with this cold. Thank god for the cold!

"Thank you," I whisper, knowing full well he must realize why I'm thanking him. And if not I'm seriously going to look for that brick. "I love you too, Angel," I smile at him before turning toward Cordelia. "You too, love."
Cordelia Chase: Peaceful smilequeen_cordette on October 9th, 2007 07:57 pm (UTC)
Damn Wes and his insightful insightfulness anyway. Stupid Watcher boy doesn't miss much. Or anything when it comes to Angel and me. He misses a whole heck of a lot when it comes to himself, but when it comes to us? He don't miss much. Sometimes that's of the good, even if we don't wanna. And sometimes it's of the bad.

Now it's of the good. Seems shy boy averted another world war three lurking around the corner. Angel and I run into those so much and we don't even notice till we do the whole shouting thing. Weirdness. I mean, how do we do that without noticing it?

I don't like feeling small. Heck if Wes can't make me feel small though. And Angel of course can make me feel like an inch tall. And you know what? Right now I don't mine feeling that small, cause wow. Just wow. Did he just say that? Complete with the hand kissing? From jackass to knight in shining armor in the blink of an eye.

"Wow," I breathe, being with the speechless. *Again*. That is not good. So not good! And then Wes throws in another one of his and I'm blinking. No one ever told me they loved me. And meant it. Yeah, okay, Daddy and Mom, but so not the same! Shit, I'm leaking, I've caught Wes' allergies!

"Dammit," I mutter, grabbing a tissue out of the box to wipe my eyes. "Your dumb allergies are way contagious. Stupid British guy," I mumble, knowing Wes will hear that for what it is. "Love you guys too," I add, totally ruining the moment with a yawn that follows right behind that.
Keep Me: ang happy_keep_me on October 10th, 2007 10:39 pm (UTC)
I feel a happy purring rumble in my chest while we all lie together and the two of them get teary eyed. Okay, fine, vampires don't really purr, but they're certainly capable of making very pleased noises, and at a time like this, a very, very pleased noise is called for.

I've seen Wes cry plenty of times, but Cordelia, unless it was tears of helplessness or pain, is not exactly a crier. It takes a lot so I'm feeling pretty special that I've managed to move her so much emotionally that she's shedding a tear hear and there. Of course she can't actually say that she's moved, but the tears obviously give her away. "That's my girl," I murmur under my breath, watching new and more pleasant salt tracks slide over her cheeks. Much better than those I saw the other night when I carried her to bed.

I don't think there's a bone in my body that doesn't feel good and relaxed knowing how they feel and that they like how I feel about them. I sink back into the pillows, still holding them close. Mine, I think as I give tiny kisses to the skin I can reach. "Rest," I say gently, giving them room to relax and get comfortable around me however they want to.

And when they're feeling better, we're going to do something nice, even if I don't know what that is right this minute.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes smile green shirt S1/2watcher_pryce on October 11th, 2007 03:21 pm (UTC)
Goodness. Aren't we a soppy bunch? Well, except for Angel. But even he's making strange noises I've never heard before. I'd call him on it, but somehow I don't think he'd want us to really notice. Just like Cordelia would rather we not mention the fact that she's crying. And smiling. Wearing that same stupid smile I'm wearing. Angel's wearing.

Yes, we are most certainly turning into a soppy lot. Not a word I'd have ever associated with either Cordelia or Angel. Myself, yes. Them? Not really.

I pull Cordy closer, kissing the top of her head as she settles down on my chest again. By now this whole flu business seems to be forgotten. Of course it helps that we feel a little better now. And having Angel say things like that? Makes us feel even better I have no doubt. It does me.

Angel pulls me closer as well, as though either of us could get any closer then we already are. Of course he's a man of few words, as per usual. It almost sounds like an order if it weren't for those tiny kisses I keep feeling raining on my skin.

"Yes, Sir," I murmur, getting comfortable against him. My arms around Cordelia, cuddled to Angel and my eyes are already closing on their own accord. I don't think 'rest' is going to be a very hard order to follow.
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Keep Me: ang happy_keep_me on October 23rd, 2007 11:49 pm (UTC)
I let him pout, adding little hums of agreement as he complains. It's cute watching him sulk. That lower lip sticks out so well, and I'm positive I'm going to have to kiss it. It's either that or call him cute and I've seen how well that doesn't go. Besides, kissing him is much nicer. I smile when he leans back against my shoulder and I know the fight has almost gone out of him. For the moment. He'll awhile longer, but I think he may have given up on whining so cutely about it.

"Mm," I hum at the pleasant feel of Wes' lips at my throat. Hmm, who needs a shower when they've got lips like these on them. I think I can safely blame them when all thoughts of why it would be a bad idea to leave Cordy out of the shower would be a bad idea leave my head.

"Revenge, hmm? I'm pretty good at that, you know. I suppose I could provide back-up," I murmur, tilting my head back just the slightest bit to encourage Wes. My fingers seem to be slowly bunching up his shirt so that I can get my fingers on that warm skin of his stomach.

I stroke along that soft skin contentedly, teasing up and down, but not going much of anywhere. My fingers skate along his waistband and away. Down, back up, teasing the boundary and running away from it. It's much more fun when Wes sulks now that I can do things like this. He's so much easier to distract with the physical. He'd be on about this for hours when I couldn't do this. Sure, not hours straight, but it would come up again and again. Gotta say, this alternative is way better, I think as my fingertips dip just barely under his waistband.

"So...shower?" I whisper next to his ear, nipping at it mischievously.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes/Angel happy S1/2watcher_pryce on October 24th, 2007 03:34 am (UTC)
This is nice. It's strange, and I'm still trying to get used to is. But it's *nice*. No, it's more then nice. It feels safe and-and makes me feel wanted. Needed even maybe. I like being needed, I like not being useless. Not as if Cordelia needs us now, I think, as I hear her blathering away on the phone in the other room. What's taking her so bloody long? With that face commercial laughter and I can just see that toothpaste, bright false smile at every 'uh huh'.

She deserves a bit of revenge. Oh yes she does. Because I may not be able to do the hypocrite toothpaste smile or the movie laughter, I could've handled that call. I *was* handling that bloody call and-- and-- What was I thinking about again? The way Angel's hand are gliding over my skin? I think that was it. How nice it feels when he does that. How I'm not at all used to it, but how nice it is.

"Hmmm, revenge," I agree, finding my lips still pressed against his throat. Where Cordelia's skin tastes salty, his doesn't. You'd think there's nothing to taste, you'd be wrong. He tastes like Angel, danger and gentleness, wrapped up in one. And there are only a few who get to taste that unique flavor that is Angel.

I shiver when I feel those fingers touching my skin, moving impossible slow and much to fast at the same time. Shifting on the bed I hear Cordelia's voice fade away, realizing we could be in and out of the shower and she'd still be on the phone doing and asking god only knows what. Why do women take such a long, long time on the phone?

"Hmmm?" Question, there was a question. I'm to busy sucking lightly on his throat though. Touching those strong, strong legs half wrapped around me. Feeling his touches and the likes *he* does to actually pay attention to what he was saying. Oh. Wait. Shower? I think he said something about a shower.

"Sounds nice. I must stink, I've no doubt," I say, pausing for a beat. "Maybe that's why I wasn't found capable of handling the phone," I add, still feeling somewhat sulky. Something I've never been able to give into until I met Angel and Cordelia. Funny that they make me feel safe enough to... sulk.
Keep Me: ang happy_keep_me on October 25th, 2007 03:08 am (UTC)
Oh-kay, uhh, wasn't I supposed to be the one distracting *him*? I distinctly remember that being my plan. Or I think that's what I remember since my mind is a little fuzzy right now. I sigh softly and bite my lip as Wes sucks at my throat. He's trying to incapacitate me, isn't he? He and Cordy have some secret plot to get me to do something and this is how the convincing starts.

Heavy vampire distraction techniques.

He's really quite good at it, I think, shifting my hands higher to graze over his nipples as he sucks delicately at my throat. I'm trying to distract him too, but I don't think it's working quite as well as the mouth on my throat. No moaning. No moaning.

"Hmm?" It takes me a minute to gather my thoughts and remember what Wes was saying. "Nope, you smell like Wes," I say, with a little grin. "And the Wes I know can handle the phone. You know how our girl is. Has to make sure the money's rolling in so we can buy you more books," I murmur, hand sliding back down toward Wes' hips.

"But since you're not getting up, I'm going to take that as I sign that I should carry you," I add, scooping one hand under his knees, the other around his back like I've got my own damsel in distress and he's up in the air before he can even protest. It makes me grin as I head to the bathroom. I like carrying him, he's so cute when you get him up in the air. He does this little clinging thing I'm not even sure he's aware of and that's the only way I know that 'the lady doth protest too much.' Not that Wes would ever admit that he likes it, but there's a little spike in his smell when I do it too, and I really don't think that means he's afraid.

I look at him innocently when his legs have slithered to the floor in the bathroom and I've still got my arms around him. "No handling the phone calls while we're in the shower. I have other things for you to handle," I say with a smirk, knowing the cheesy line will get me at least an eye roll. And he doesn't need to notice that I left the door a little bit open so that Cordy could hear us. Next best thing to being in the shower too? Hearing it in surround sound.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes surprise S2watcher_pryce on October 25th, 2007 03:50 am (UTC)
"More *shoes*, you mean," I grumble, still somewhat offended by the implication that I can't handle the bloody phone. Yes I'm aware Cordelia is that way. Yes, I'm aware that she always does this. Yes, I know she's-- doing something I'm not quite remembering now because Angel is being bloody well distracted. Doesn't mean I'm not...errr... something that's not sulking. Because I'm not sulking that much is certain. I *am* to old to sulk.

I am, quite possibly, insulted. Which wouldn't be a first with Cordelia and I'm also up in the air? Flying? "Angel!" I protest, loudly, completely ignoring that little squeak of surprise. Arms automatically wrap around his neck while eyes go wide when it dawns on me that he's carrying me. What is it with Angel and his need to carry me?! Does he doe the same with Cordelia? Can't really remember now and it's not as though I have much time.

There is no way I'm ever going to tell him or anyone that there's this small, tiny part of me who likes it that he can let go enough to carry me. That he feels comfortable enough around us for him to carry us. Or me, since I'm still not sure about him carrying Cordelia. Though, that would be cute. Which I'm not, nor am I slightly turned on by the whole caveman act. Not me. No way. Nope.

Oh, were here already. Well, of course we are, the damn bathroom is right next to the bedroom. Unfortunately. My feet are back on the, somewhat cold floor. Also unfortunately. I look up at him, face already forming a stern expression and those innocent eyes of his are so not getting bought by me. Which he must realize since by now he's smirking. Smirking. Bastard.

And my arms are still around his neck. Maybe I should-- let go as well? Not that he's let go of me, mind you. He has other things for me to-- What? Oh for goodness sake. "That's a bad one," I murmur under my breath, once again finding myself caught in his eyes. Gorgeous, brown, lovely, lovely eyes. Just as Cordelia's are. I manage a raised eyebrow though, as I shift a little bit closer to him.

"Such as?" I ask, giving him a faux questioning look. "I'm not handling that strange puffy looking thing Cordelia refers to as 'a sponge'." And all the while I can still hear Cordelia, out there, on the phone. Quite clearly. Huh, she must be talking very *loud*.
Keep Me: ang happy_keep_me on October 26th, 2007 01:28 am (UTC)
Wow, that was loud. Pretty sure Cordy heard that. I grin the whole way to the bathroom, enjoying his little squeaks and the tight grip around my neck. I think this may be what real glee feels like. Nothing like that cruel heartless glee. My face slides into a smirk though as I set him down, loving that I got his heart racing and that there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. Not that he would. He likes the displays of testosterone, I think. Just not when I question his manliness. Now that is not to be done. ...And I can't say I blame him. I hate it when Cordy calls me a girl when I wince or something.

I notice that he's not exactly giving me the cold shoulder and I smirk even more. My arms wind around his waist tighter, pulling him the rest of the way closer once he scoots in that little bit. "Very bad," I agree, eyes twinkling while he stares back at me.

"Hmm, thought you might be able to handle this," I say, untangling one of his arms from around my neck to have him touch my chest. "Though you were doing some pretty good handling already," I say, quirking an eyebrow at him and reaching behind him to turn the taps on.

"You don't want to handle the puffy sponge and wash me all over? Damn, I was hoping for a full service shower," I say with another evil grin. I think I may have succeeded in distracting him from the sulking. I think. Wonder if Cordy'll peek in, I think as I feel a little bit of steam start to curl around in the room
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Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes/Angel happy S1/2watcher_pryce on October 29th, 2007 04:20 pm (UTC)
"Oh plenty," I murmur, feeling myself getting drowsy and relaxed. Not sure if that's Angel's fault or the hot shower. I'm thinking it's a combination of the two. That and thinking about what makes Cordelia so sexy. And Angel too. Picturing them both naked has been a hobby of mine for quite some time. Long before we got together, much to my shame. I hope they never find that out, or they'll think I'm some sort of pervert.

"She has a lovely, lovely...chest," I agree with him, leaning in closer to him. I'm about to agree with him on her legs as well when his fingers rub over my nipples. Eyes fly open and blink at him while a gasp gets out. If I were to try and talk now there would be a lot of stammering and stuttering I have no doubt. Especially if he keeps smiling at me like that.

"Uh huh," I agree stupidly, shuddering at his touches despite the hot water. Stupidly I stare down at my scrawny chest and notice how *big* his hands are as they slide over warm skin. Hot skin, I'm sure it must feel hot to him. A content sigh gets out as he keeps on 'washing' me. I'm suspecting there's a little more then washing going on here.

A thought which is confirmed the moment he moves lower. Even kneeling down. That makes me whimper and look down at him with far to large eyes. I don't need my glasses to be impressed though taken aback by the sight he makes. A state of mine which lasts until I see that pink tongue dart out lick the head of my cock.

"Angel?" Damn. That was a squeak wasn't it? "Tas-tastes absolutely super," I breathe, thinking of my tasting her on the beach. Tasting Angel there too. "T-tastes even better w-with you." Hands clutch his shoulders far to tightly because my legs are already threatening to give out. I guess this flu made me physically a little weaker then I had anticipated.
Keep Me: ang happy_keep_me on November 1st, 2007 03:18 am (UTC)
"Hmm, well, maybe you should taste me when I'm done here," I suggest knowingly, soaping him up some more, giving him a little time to adjust. His hands dig into my shoulders just right, giving me that silly feeling of being solid, being his protector here for a moment.

"Or maybe we should drag Cordy in here and you can be greedy and taste us both again." This time, there's definitely a smirk because I know that's verging on 'hazy' territory. As in Wes is going to get hazy just thinking about it and possibly faint any moment, if not get really hard, really fast.

I keep smoothing my hands over his calves, his thighs, giving him a good long look at me down here on my knees, because yeah, not that many people, demons, whatever that I'd do this for. But enough of that. My soapy hands move back up, and fasten onto his hips firmly. "But not until we get you cleaned up," I say with that look in my eye that is supposed to clearly say, 'not until I'm *done* with you.'

Leaning in, I get that musky, clean, Wes smell that I am really getting fond of. And getting more fond of not having to try to catch a whiff of it secretly. Yeah, crushing on your best friends does not make for me having the best behaviors, and I'm surprised neither of them ever caught me being skulky or sniffing the laundry before I tossed it in the washer.

Flick. Again even slower I drag my tongue across the tip of his cock. "Hmm, I think it's still not quite clean," I murmur, mouth twisting up at the corner before drawing my tongue along the length of him. "More?" Maybe I can get him to make one of those whimpers. Liked that. And those big blue eyes looking down at me. He really is too good-looking to have been wasted for so long. Oh, yes, I think, dragging my tongue back along his length. Very nice. Cordy better be enjoying the show.
Cordelia Chase: Over her shoulderqueen_cordette on November 1st, 2007 08:02 am (UTC)
Yes! Yes drag Cordy in there too! That's about all I can think. Apparently I've moved closer to the shower, opening the curtain a bit. If Wes were to open his eyes, or y'know, look up instead of down at Angel? He'd so notice me. He can't be that far gone. Actually, this is Wes, he could so be that far gone. But whoa, look at them! Talk about full glory *private* show.

There's a need throbbing between my legs wet with need and it takes just about all I have *not to just step into the shower and join them. Maybe prod them into having my fantasy. Cause I know Wes will do whatever we'd want if it makes us happy. And I know Angel would do it. Not just cause I'd asked him to, but cause Wes will aim the blue puppy dog eyes of doom at him and he'll be nodding before the plea even hits.

Which is exactly why I don't stop under there and join them right now. Cause this is Wes time with Angel. And if Angel keeps this up? What with the tasting us both, making me think of the beach and oooh so many other things? I'm gonna toss those reigns keeping me here aside and slide in there anyway. Private hour be damned, cause that manpire is *so* asking for it.

What, with his 'we need to get you clean up'. I don't think Wes is with that program no more. Hasn’t been for oh, the last five minutes. All he does is stare, and all I do is stare. Watch that pink tongue dart out to lick that red, pulsing cock. My free hand founds its way between my legs and I think I lost that batter the moment I feel my finger rub over my clit. Can't ever get porn like this on the internet, I'm sure of it. Good thing I'm still biting my finger, because there's no way I can keep the groans down without it.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: brown sweater looking down smile S2/3watcher_pryce on November 1st, 2007 08:04 am (UTC)
My legs are so going to give out at any given moment. I just know it. With the way he's kneeling there in front of me, pretending to be oh so innocent while his tongue, his </i>tongue</i>, is licking my cock. That's not a stance I had ever thought I'd see him in. Nor Cordelia to be exact. Myself, obviously, because I don't *mind* doing something which in their eyes is 'lowering yourself'. Which it isn't, since I got to taste them both *first*. And taste them together.

As Angel likes to mention. And bloody hell if that doesn't make my cock twitch then I don't know what does. Just the picture of them both under the shower, naked, wet, wanting. I'd do anything for them to fill that need. Even if it's going down on *my* knees and use my mouth to do it. They seemed to very much enjoy that at the beach, so maybe it bears repeating.

"Yes," I whisper, barely loud enough to be heard over the rush of the shower. It's also the moment my legs almost give out and I tumble forward, but manage to put my hands on the wall, which leaves me hovering over Angel and my cock is shoved even closer to his mouth. And that sight has me whimpering, despite the fact that he keeps on talking.

I have, by now, no idea what he's saying. All I'm hearing is groans, and whimpers and I'm not even sure if they're all mine. Probably since doesn't make any embarrassing sounds. There's that tongue darting out again, and again. Not just taking a little taste but actually *licking* this time. Soft, by now hot, texture sliding up my shaft, making me shiver and squeezing my eyes shut as my head lolls backward. Legs spread for, I don't know why, better access? I don't care. I just want-- I don't even know what I want by now. Other then: "Yes, please, Angel. More."
Keep Me: ang happy_keep_me on November 1st, 2007 11:59 am (UTC)
Oh, this is good. Wes is getting all wobbly and weak kneed, and before I can grip his hips tighter he's stumbled over me a little, hands braced above my head and cock hovering near my mouth. Perfect. I grip his hips harder anyway, making him feel who's holding him, who's doing these things to him.

Even better, I note happily when he spreads his stance wider, thighs open for me now to tease other parts, too. If that's not an invitation, I don't know what is. My thumb swirls circles against his balls while I cup him, giving them a little soft squeeze. His cock is definitely nice and hard now, and I waste no time giving it some more taunting licks while I drop my hand from his balls down between my own legs to get a little pre-come off the tip of my cock. My eyes flick up to his wondering if he knows what I've got in mind. Don't think so. My hand is back between his legs, fingers rubbing that little bit of myself over his tight entrance.

Some sound behind me attracts my attention for a second and that's when I realize Cordy is very much enjoying the shower. I can smell how hot she is for us, and now that I've heard the noise, there are a ton of other sounds I was blocking out while focusing on hearing all those little noises from Wes. God, she's wet and if I'm not mistaken about that soft, slick sound, she's touching herself, getting *off* on us. Fuck, that's hot, I think while my cock jerks and I take Wes' erection in my mouth all the way to the root. Moaning around the thick flesh, I slip the tip of my thumb into him nice and slow.

Wonder how long I can keep him like this, lightly torturing him from both ends. Probably not much longer unfortunately. We're so going to have to train him to have more stamina, I think as I suck and suck and push.
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