[Poor guy. Maybe afterward the kid can get his story, you know, when they're having a conversation about whether or not they can be friends because becoming a regular fuck isn't an option. In Orange's case it'd been over a year since he finally accepted what he really wanted, but once he did well, all hell broke loose. It doesn't occur to him how differently it could be for Elijah or even for Larry, by the time he was old enough to even consider anonymous encounters at the Y people were already singing praise about it.]
Fuck. [There's a huff for the wet warmth around his dick.] Hold on.
[He means to his thighs, to the pool's edge, whatever's going to help keep Elijah steady because Orange is delivering his own thrust against the man's mouth. It's not as rough and rapid as White's, there's teeth to consider here, however to call it anything short of fucking Elijah's face would be downplaying the situation. Orange is fucking his face gladly in short but solid motions. It's a little harder to do when he's trying to meet the old man halfway for a kiss but he doesn't relent. If anything he's leaning far enough to brush the tip of his tongue across Larry's.]
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Fuck. [There's a huff for the wet warmth around his dick.] Hold on.
[He means to his thighs, to the pool's edge, whatever's going to help keep Elijah steady because Orange is delivering his own thrust against the man's mouth. It's not as rough and rapid as White's, there's teeth to consider here, however to call it anything short of fucking Elijah's face would be downplaying the situation. Orange is fucking his face gladly in short but solid motions. It's a little harder to do when he's trying to meet the old man halfway for a kiss but he doesn't relent. If anything he's leaning far enough to brush the tip of his tongue across Larry's.]