Sir, he cannot fuck you any more than he is already. Dimitri almost says as much, but figures Max is just so fucking out of it with pleasure he can't form any words besides those two any more. A thought that makes something like pride swell in his chest, a grin - teeth bared, like some wild animal - curving his lips upward. He leans in, clamps his mouth on Max's throat and kisses sloppily over the skin, running his tongue over what he can catch between powerful thrusts, nipping and marking in no real order or pattern.
It will be a miracle they don't crash through the wall with how hard he shoves Max against it, sandwiching him between it and his own toned form. He can feel the other man's cock between them, hard and wanting, and he would think to grab a hold of it if his hands were not leaving perfectly shaped prints in his ass. Oh well.
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Date: 2021-01-15 06:50 pm (UTC)It will be a miracle they don't crash through the wall with how hard he shoves Max against it, sandwiching him between it and his own toned form. He can feel the other man's cock between them, hard and wanting, and he would think to grab a hold of it if his hands were not leaving perfectly shaped prints in his ass. Oh well.