[ Now that McCree's brought up the subject of holding him down, Abel very much wonders what that would be like. He leans into the touch through his hair, imagination running wild as he considers the hold on him that thing could get, and speaks without thinking: ]
Well. If you do, I can always tap out if I need to...
[ Through half-lidded eyes Abel is eating up everything he can see of McCree, from the blown out pupils to the way his chest shifts as he huffs, down to the twitch of his cock at the suggestion. He himself is so hard it's bordering on painful to keep ignoring it, but he nevertheless reaches for McCree's cock again instead, wanting to feel the throb of it against his palm as he waits for the chance to get it back on his tongue. He knows they'll need to move again to make their conversation a reality but he's not the one taking initiative on that yet. ]
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Well. If you do, I can always tap out if I need to...
[ Through half-lidded eyes Abel is eating up everything he can see of McCree, from the blown out pupils to the way his chest shifts as he huffs, down to the twitch of his cock at the suggestion. He himself is so hard it's bordering on painful to keep ignoring it, but he nevertheless reaches for McCree's cock again instead, wanting to feel the throb of it against his palm as he waits for the chance to get it back on his tongue. He knows they'll need to move again to make their conversation a reality but he's not the one taking initiative on that yet. ]
Let me know which way you want me.