Michael is slammed rather unceremoniously into the door as the enter, the spin almost elegant except for the speed and ferocity of it. Hands slip under the shirt for a moment before working the fastenings of the gold lame pants, which open quickly enough before Stephen's on his knees with his lips wrapped around Michael.
He actually did have a snarky, witty line formed in his head, all ready to throw out at the librarian, but, wouldn't you know, the damned thing completely disappeared...
...right about the time Stephen wrapped his lips around him...
A strangled gasping sound of pleasure is all that remains of the now deceased snarky comment.
No one could ask for a better swan song than that.
A little desperate, a little rough...perhaps the edge of Stephen's teeth scraps lightly against the upper side of Michael's cock. One hand reaches in to stroke at his balls while the other slides under the shirt to slide against warm skin and flick the nub of a nipple.
He leans heavily on the door, both hands pressed against it for added support, head thrown back, mouth open, eyes closed and somehow, he manages to strangle out a word or two...
"God... yes..." being probably the most discernable of them.
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...right about the time Stephen wrapped his lips around him...
A strangled gasping sound of pleasure is all that remains of the now deceased snarky comment.
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A little desperate, a little rough...perhaps the edge of Stephen's teeth scraps lightly against the upper side of Michael's cock. One hand reaches in to stroke at his balls while the other slides under the shirt to slide against warm skin and flick the nub of a nipple.
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"God... yes..." being probably the most discernable of them.