[Another rough exhale of sound. Now that he's finally getting some further stimulation he's pushing up into his stroking fist then back down onto his cock. Frank's hands have a perfect weight, a perfect coarse texture and moving the way he does with the precum. Matt gave up thinking to bite his lip or else he'll bleed. He'll just pant and moan. He wants to hide his face against Frank's meaty neck. Instead he'll just hang close for desperate, sloppy kisses. That world of fire vision of his lets him watch the man. Sort of.]
I'm--Oh fuck! [Feels too good to try and talk himself back down from coming. He does. It's a hot splatter over Frank's fingers and their bellies. He shivers and tries to keep the movement, his concentration and sense of up or down has gone to shit.]
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I'm--Oh fuck! [Feels too good to try and talk himself back down from coming. He does. It's a hot splatter over Frank's fingers and their bellies. He shivers and tries to keep the movement, his concentration and sense of up or down has gone to shit.]