[Though he sees the floor's red flickers out of the corner of his eyes, Adar doesn't let it distract him from his task, one he meant to finish even before the command/request rung out in the hair between them. His strokes steadily pick up speed, fucking his master firmly and deeper, pressing every single time against that place that would drag anyone undone. His other hand keeps pace still, enjoying the velvety hardness in his hands.
When his master tries to pull him forward he almost tips over, not wanting to give up either prize but he lets himself be dragged down, keeping himself hovered over his master with only his muscles which flex and strain as he finds a good position that allows his hands enough freedom even as his mouth plunders and is plundered in return. The kisses no longer simply sweet but instead, devouring.]
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When his master tries to pull him forward he almost tips over, not wanting to give up either prize but he lets himself be dragged down, keeping himself hovered over his master with only his muscles which flex and strain as he finds a good position that allows his hands enough freedom even as his mouth plunders and is plundered in return. The kisses no longer simply sweet but instead, devouring.]