When Rowan's fingers jerk down his pants he's giddy with relief at the prospect of having his erection free at last. His pants are getting too tight. Then Rowan nips at his neck and he almost goes weak. If he'd been standing his knees would have buckled like wet noodles. Fuck, he can't resist that.
"Off." The command cuts through the lusty haze sharp and clear. Yes. He wants them off. He wants it all off. Nothing between them.
He fumbles with undressing, shucking the cloth away blindly because he can't tear his gaze from Rowan completely bare in front of him. Now that he's freed himself of those pesky clothes, Rowan will be able to admire how his cock twitches at the thought of soon being buried deep in their lovely folds, all eight or so inches of it.
First things first, he needs to suit up. He reaches a hand for the basket. "I'm glad you're well prepared."
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Date: 2020-07-29 05:56 pm (UTC)"Off." The command cuts through the lusty haze sharp and clear. Yes. He wants them off. He wants it all off. Nothing between them.
He fumbles with undressing, shucking the cloth away blindly because he can't tear his gaze from Rowan completely bare in front of him. Now that he's freed himself of those pesky clothes, Rowan will be able to admire how his cock twitches at the thought of soon being buried deep in their lovely folds, all eight or so inches of it.
First things first, he needs to suit up. He reaches a hand for the basket. "I'm glad you're well prepared."