[ barton cannot laugh right now, lest he lose his concentration (would he want to come before his partner? take it as part of the challenge of it). but goddamn, he almost does to match nero's own laughter. ]
You have my fucking word. [ ha. cross his heart and hope to die as a commander, and all. voice eminently pleased, ] How's that?
[ he continues to jack nero off as he pumps in and out of him, his grip shifting as he rubs his thumb over its head and slit. ]
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You have my fucking word. [ ha. cross his heart and hope to die as a commander, and all. voice eminently pleased, ] How's that?
[ he continues to jack nero off as he pumps in and out of him, his grip shifting as he rubs his thumb over its head and slit. ]