[ Abel's grip tightens where he's currently got a hold on McCree, fingers digging in but decidedly not pinching, even if his nails might be leaving small half-crescents in their place. There's a history of him scratching when he's really into things, and for that he'll be a little apologetic.
What he isn't remotely sorry about is being so impatient about getting this. The slide of cock over his tongue is everything Abel had been hoping for, and has him moaning deep in his throat just as McCree pushes up to where it's just on the edge of uncomfortable for Abel. It doesn't tip over into anything he doesn't want, nothing Abel isn't actively chasing after, and he bobs encouragingly, eyes shut in his focus. ]
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What he isn't remotely sorry about is being so impatient about getting this. The slide of cock over his tongue is everything Abel had been hoping for, and has him moaning deep in his throat just as McCree pushes up to where it's just on the edge of uncomfortable for Abel. It doesn't tip over into anything he doesn't want, nothing Abel isn't actively chasing after, and he bobs encouragingly, eyes shut in his focus. ]