[That's a gorgeous sight. There's so much of Eddie that Jim rarely focuses on; like this, though? He can see most of it. The scars; the pale expanse of his back, the way his newly formed muscles bunch and swell. Distractedly, he traces over a scar on Eddie's side; keeps him in place with arm securely wrapped around him, but eventually slides forward, guides Eddie to hook his ankles at Jim's back.
When he's sure he's not going to slip off onto his face, he massages both ass cheeks with his palms. Murmurs: ] There we go, good boy.
[The first smack is light. It's a tease of sensation. It's mostly to see the flesh of Eddie's ass ripple. He busies himself after by spreading Eddie's cheeks and spitting down, directly onto his hole. busies himself after that with reaching for the oil, with dragging his thumb over the spit, pressing down against the rim, never penetrating. ] You'll tell me if you need me to stop. That's not a request. Say you understand, Eddie.
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When he's sure he's not going to slip off onto his face, he massages both ass cheeks with his palms. Murmurs: ] There we go, good boy.
[The first smack is light. It's a tease of sensation. It's mostly to see the flesh of Eddie's ass ripple. He busies himself after by spreading Eddie's cheeks and spitting down, directly onto his hole. busies himself after that with reaching for the oil, with dragging his thumb over the spit, pressing down against the rim, never penetrating. ] You'll tell me if you need me to stop. That's not a request. Say you understand, Eddie.