[ McCree doesn't need any kind of extra push to encourage Abel into what he wants of him. With little to-do, Abel moves forward to kiss down his abdomen, eyes set on the prize just below.
He leans into the touch to his head, curling his shoulders not too unlike the way a friendly cat arches into a pet. That's about where that analogy ends, however, because Abel next keeps his mouth moving down to the base of McCree's cock. He drags his mouth along it to the tip, savoring the taste and feel of it from this alone.
Given all he's already shown, Abel isn't much feeling like dragging this out. It's with little more ceremony that he moves a hand to steady his hardness from the base, the other still resting at his hip and drawing idle designs into the skin there, holding it as he sinks down as far as he can in one go. He gets past the halfway point without struggle, but this is an unfamiliar shape to him and Abel struggles to adjust on such short notice. ]
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He leans into the touch to his head, curling his shoulders not too unlike the way a friendly cat arches into a pet. That's about where that analogy ends, however, because Abel next keeps his mouth moving down to the base of McCree's cock. He drags his mouth along it to the tip, savoring the taste and feel of it from this alone.
Given all he's already shown, Abel isn't much feeling like dragging this out. It's with little more ceremony that he moves a hand to steady his hardness from the base, the other still resting at his hip and drawing idle designs into the skin there, holding it as he sinks down as far as he can in one go. He gets past the halfway point without struggle, but this is an unfamiliar shape to him and Abel struggles to adjust on such short notice. ]