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THEY groaned against his prick as it buried itself deep in THEIR throat, a quiet sort of disgruntled noise, half - muffled by the presence stuffed in THEIR mouth - salty and a bit bitter, like the tears of an Actor, likely thanks in part to the budding arousal at the ( cont. )

THEY stared at the dripping, veiny red thing — close enough that THEIR nose was almost pressed to it . pushing THEIR glasses up with one finger, face just a bit red, finding THEMSELF unable to look away — his MUSK was intense after a day of work ... ' well — AH — '

oh — ?! glancing up at the taller man — THEIR glasses crooked on THEIR face, the mask of Nihilux half - off — one hand coming up and resting on his chest ; whether to keep him at a distance, or simply to touch him, was unclear .