Maybe this was exactly what he needed right now. His throat moved against Mick's hand as he swallowed, perhaps a little too into being held down like this, perhaps a little too into all of this. His legs had parted very readily, but they also wrapped around Mick's waist, making sure to keep him close and when he bucks his hips, they're at just the right angle for some friction.
Only when he felt Mick pull at his jeans did he relax his legs, moving them to help with that. No need for any clothes here. He pulled back from the kiss, tugging on Mick's shirt. "Off." Simple instruction, very clear. If that wasn't enough incentive, his hands pulling it up and his head dipping down so he could kiss his chest might help along.
Mick understood quick enough that what Hartley seemed to need was someone who would do everything for him. Fortunately for Hartley, Mick loved being the horrible force that slammed down the too-good mind, like the hammer loved the nail.
Hartley's legs wrap around his waist. Mick rides against his friction harshly for a few pumps before Hartley says "Off".
It's then Mick pushes his pants off, and Hartley's too. He rides his thick cock up against the younger man's, fitting one hand between them to join them in a way that belies some experience.
"Fuck. You want me?" He pants, nuzzling up against a jaw, biting an ear. "Inside of you?"
"I want you everywhere." Looking down at him, them, hell, he wanted to lick him, suck him, fuck him, sure. All of it. Hartley didn't really go just halfway with wanting someone. Especially not someone like Mick, because larger than life was putting it mildly.
He reached down to run his fingers first along Mick's shaft and then around them, feeling him, thick and heavy, pulsating against his skin. An experience that definitely made it difficult to focus on anything else. Priorities, damn it.
I want you everywhere, is such a damn dangerous statement to someone who just wants to take every little thing literally.
Mick breathes softly, just for a moment, before his hand catches behind Hartley's rich crown and he forces him back down; either he'll be nuzzling against Mick's thick cock, or sucking it, or both in turns.
He throws his head back and watches, thick, rough fingers peeling through Hartley's dark hair. He makes pulls at his own pockets.
"Condoms, only a little lube. That ok with you?"
He does pulse, thick against Hartley's wandering hands. He wants him.
Women and Leonard never really needed as much; they liked the pain.
At first Hartley just breathed against his cock, enjoying the feeling of someone this strong holding him there. It's what he wanted, so there was no actual force behind it, but he could certainly enjoy the intent and strength. Not surprising then that he opened his mouth and took him in, not bothering to go very deep and instead sucking on the head, but that with all the more enthusiasm.
He leaned his head back when Mick asked his question, smiling around his cock before moving up enough to reply. "That's okay." That said he stuck his tongue out and bent his neck again, licking along Mick's length. He hadn't been lying, he did want.
Hartley takes him in; Mick can't help a little moan of encouragement, hitching his hips just so to fill Hartley's mouth and throat all the more with his thick cock. He'd gotten some hints before the younger man made these sort of moves, but it was still truly the crucible in the end, make or break. You would like cock or you didn't then; nothing mild about it, even if it was relatively assured.
In comparison to theory, Hartley is already an expert. Damn. The fact the younger man could simply fit him in and shape his cock was a little astonishing. There was suction against Mick's head--
His strong body tenses and shudders a little, accordingly, biting back the sound of a whimper.
In the end, there was a long moan, fingers digging into Hartley's shoulders, sides. "You'll have a break... Soon enough."
"If you need a break, big guy." He really was much more at home with the cockiness. Hartley was smirking, lapping at his cock and, now that it was a bit less hard, he relaxed his jaw and throat and took him back in again, swallowing around him and then pressing his tongue up, a low moan sending vibrations. Oh, he liked cock just fine, no need to embellish there.
He chuckled as he pulled back, resting his head on Mick's hip bone and blowing some air on the beautiful cock glistening with various fluids. It was fun to watch it twitch. "Are you going to fuck me or do I have to do everything myself?"
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Only when he felt Mick pull at his jeans did he relax his legs, moving them to help with that. No need for any clothes here. He pulled back from the kiss, tugging on Mick's shirt. "Off." Simple instruction, very clear. If that wasn't enough incentive, his hands pulling it up and his head dipping down so he could kiss his chest might help along.
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Hartley's legs wrap around his waist. Mick rides against his friction harshly for a few pumps before Hartley says "Off".
It's then Mick pushes his pants off, and Hartley's too. He rides his thick cock up against the younger man's, fitting one hand between them to join them in a way that belies some experience.
"Fuck. You want me?" He pants, nuzzling up against a jaw, biting an ear. "Inside of you?"
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He reached down to run his fingers first along Mick's shaft and then around them, feeling him, thick and heavy, pulsating against his skin. An experience that definitely made it difficult to focus on anything else. Priorities, damn it.
"Let me get condoms and lube."
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Mick breathes softly, just for a moment, before his hand catches behind Hartley's rich crown and he forces him back down; either he'll be nuzzling against Mick's thick cock, or sucking it, or both in turns.
He throws his head back and watches, thick, rough fingers peeling through Hartley's dark hair. He makes pulls at his own pockets.
"Condoms, only a little lube. That ok with you?"
He does pulse, thick against Hartley's wandering hands. He wants him.
Women and Leonard never really needed as much; they liked the pain.
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He leaned his head back when Mick asked his question, smiling around his cock before moving up enough to reply. "That's okay." That said he stuck his tongue out and bent his neck again, licking along Mick's length. He hadn't been lying, he did want.
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In comparison to theory, Hartley is already an expert. Damn. The fact the younger man could simply fit him in and shape his cock was a little astonishing. There was suction against Mick's head--
His strong body tenses and shudders a little, accordingly, biting back the sound of a whimper.
In the end, there was a long moan, fingers digging into Hartley's shoulders, sides. "You'll have a break... Soon enough."
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He chuckled as he pulled back, resting his head on Mick's hip bone and blowing some air on the beautiful cock glistening with various fluids. It was fun to watch it twitch. "Are you going to fuck me or do I have to do everything myself?"