[ As the toga falls, he looks down the line of the tanned body with hungry appreciation, attention zeroing in on his cock as Abel realises it's exposed. He looks good, aside from that, the body hair a stark contrast to the fine wisps Abel can barely manage to grow on himself. ]
Oh, I want to.
[ Breaths out the admission, as unsurprising as it may come. He bucks into McCree's hand, reacting noisily to the touch before he presses forward and muffles himself by sucking down the finger pressed to his lip. He presses his teeth gently to the knuckle nearest the palm, encouraging it to stay right where he's put it as he lavishes attention with his tongue along the length as a prelude to what McCree's asked for. ]
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Oh, I want to.
[ Breaths out the admission, as unsurprising as it may come. He bucks into McCree's hand, reacting noisily to the touch before he presses forward and muffles himself by sucking down the finger pressed to his lip. He presses his teeth gently to the knuckle nearest the palm, encouraging it to stay right where he's put it as he lavishes attention with his tongue along the length as a prelude to what McCree's asked for. ]