[He holds still for a little longer. Let's Eddie get used to the feeling of being full, of being stretched all the way out, speared on Jim's cock. He doesn't know what to do with that look; the borderline reverence, the trust in it. So he kisses Eddie again, until he's breathless, until he's ready to draw his hips back and fuck back in.
Jim fucks slow, deep. He shifts on his knees, drags one of Eddie's leg up onto his shoulder to make the angle better, and fucks him in front of his (their) fire like he's making love. He is, in a way. This isn't unlike when he fucked Billy under the stars, and that had absolutely felt like making love.
He wonders if he has a right to that. Pushes the thought aside to fuck Eddie as slow as he wants, takes as much pleasure in kissing him as he wants. He fucks into him like he he never wants to be anywhere else except inside of him, panting in his mouth, calling him his good, good boy, his perfect little boy, his sweet fucking baby. He fucks him until his hips jerk faster, until he's roiling with so much want he can't help but piston-fuck himself inside, forehead to forehead, fingers digging into the meat of Eddie's thighs. ]
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Jim fucks slow, deep. He shifts on his knees, drags one of Eddie's leg up onto his shoulder to make the angle better, and fucks him in front of his (their) fire like he's making love. He is, in a way. This isn't unlike when he fucked Billy under the stars, and that had absolutely felt like making love.
He wonders if he has a right to that. Pushes the thought aside to fuck Eddie as slow as he wants, takes as much pleasure in kissing him as he wants. He fucks into him like he he never wants to be anywhere else except inside of him, panting in his mouth, calling him his good, good boy, his perfect little boy, his sweet fucking baby. He fucks him until his hips jerk faster, until he's roiling with so much want he can't help but piston-fuck himself inside, forehead to forehead, fingers digging into the meat of Eddie's thighs. ]