⟨ Lips parted with a hot exhale as those hips bucked up against him—blood rushing to his cheeks when he felt skin and remembered their state of undress. At first, Jason was warm and shying away from the feelings he knew he shouldn't have. He'd sunk into the waters and tried so desperately to deny the growing heat; the thoughts; the desires. It was shifting, now. Hands a little bolder. Fingers inching along the smooth round of flesh to really get a hold of it and curl into it with another firm squeeze.
And every inch of his body craved touch. Each second passing by had his throat dry with a thirst that could only be quenched in one way. Reactive, Jay leaned back into Sizhui's hands when they made contact. They were beyond the point of apologies now, right? This was a train that wasn't about to stop anytime soon. It couldn't stop. He needed it...Oh, fuck he needed it. Eyes followed the hand that left as it reached out toward that golden carved chest. He couldn't begrudge the man. Instead, Jason watched those delicate fingers with keen interest, mesmerized. Pale blue flicked up toward Dick who only leaned into the touch.
Their bodies—all three of them—now barely an inch from one another. He'd slowly come to stand between the moment Sizhui had bucked forward and Dick took his last step in. The springs were shallow enough that its waters hugged just a little high around the taut muscle of Jason's stomach. Through the haze of steam you could see through crystal waters; you could feel that Jason's cock began to twitch, slowly stirring awake.
The hand reaching behind him slid away from that plump ass and gradually toward the front, dipping down the crease of Sizhui's leg. His other hand wandered up Dick's stomach, his chest—hands stopped their movements only temporarily when lips and teeth chewed down on his neck. A moan rolled out as Jay's head tipped back against the stranger behind him.
Fingers continued their journey up Dick's chest with haste and desperation when Grayson closed in on the opposite side from Sizhui. They travelled up Dick's neck and into inky black hair, fingers clutching hard. A shuttered breath shook free. He'd bucked up into that solid mass of a body without even knowing it at first. Hot breath and lips and tongue—whispered words making fire drop deep into his stomach.
Lips dusted down the side of Grayson's cheek. He may have tried to push away, but Jay kept him there, kept him close and returned the whisper with the same intention of letting Sizhui hear. ⟩ Only if you join me.I wanna feel your cock against mine as I fuck him, Dick.
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And every inch of his body craved touch. Each second passing by had his throat dry with a thirst that could only be quenched in one way. Reactive, Jay leaned back into Sizhui's hands when they made contact. They were beyond the point of apologies now, right? This was a train that wasn't about to stop anytime soon. It couldn't stop. He needed it...Oh, fuck he needed it. Eyes followed the hand that left as it reached out toward that golden carved chest. He couldn't begrudge the man. Instead, Jason watched those delicate fingers with keen interest, mesmerized. Pale blue flicked up toward Dick who only leaned into the touch.
Their bodies—all three of them—now barely an inch from one another. He'd slowly come to stand between the moment Sizhui had bucked forward and Dick took his last step in. The springs were shallow enough that its waters hugged just a little high around the taut muscle of Jason's stomach. Through the haze of steam you could see through crystal waters; you could feel that Jason's cock began to twitch, slowly stirring awake.
The hand reaching behind him slid away from that plump ass and gradually toward the front, dipping down the crease of Sizhui's leg. His other hand wandered up Dick's stomach, his chest—hands stopped their movements only temporarily when lips and teeth chewed down on his neck. A moan rolled out as Jay's head tipped back against the stranger behind him.
Fingers continued their journey up Dick's chest with haste and desperation when Grayson closed in on the opposite side from Sizhui. They travelled up Dick's neck and into inky black hair, fingers clutching hard. A shuttered breath shook free. He'd bucked up into that solid mass of a body without even knowing it at first. Hot breath and lips and tongue—whispered words making fire drop deep into his stomach.
Lips dusted down the side of Grayson's cheek. He may have tried to push away, but Jay kept him there, kept him close and returned the whisper with the same intention of letting Sizhui hear. ⟩ Only if you join me.I wanna feel your cock against mine as I fuck him, Dick.