[ barton laughs aloud at that - make him, what? beg? well, maybe that could be on reserve for another time. ]
[ with a few more enthusiastic strokes of his fingers, barton slides out. (he's impatient, too.) he braces nero against himself, stooping over him, locks of hair falling about his face. he feels heady, his cock primed with pre-cum and slick with lubricant. then he pushes into nero; tight, but accommodating, and barton nearly groans with relief. ]
[ he fingers curl into nero's skin, likely to leave little half-moon indents, barton's teeth gritting as he rocks into a rhythm. ]
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[ with a few more enthusiastic strokes of his fingers, barton slides out. (he's impatient, too.) he braces nero against himself, stooping over him, locks of hair falling about his face. he feels heady, his cock primed with pre-cum and slick with lubricant. then he pushes into nero; tight, but accommodating, and barton nearly groans with relief. ]
[ he fingers curl into nero's skin, likely to leave little half-moon indents, barton's teeth gritting as he rocks into a rhythm. ]