There was something as alluring as it was fascinating about Justin’s sensitivity in his thumbs. It made Tony want to do all manner of obscene things in terribly inappropriate places just to see if he could, and in what circumstances, get him off. If asked, he wouldn’t quite be able to explain why the thought was so appealing to him. Obviously he could do it. Their sexcapades thus far had proven that beyond a shadow of a doubt. But it was still in some ways a challenge to him, and he wanted to explore it.
Although he wasn’t doing anything to prolong the encounter, Tony wasn’t quite expecting Justin to come so soon. Some might consider it disappointing to have a partner finish quickly, but he certainly didn’t. The whole point of sex, insofar as he was concerned, was to have fun. As orgasm was, presumably, fun for all, causing someone to achieve it was hardly reason for disappointment. And quite frankly, it was fun, and erotic, to watch.
Tony could happily jerk off to a three minute montage of shots of Justin climaxing. There was something about the expressions that flashed across his face, or didn’t, in the moment that was intoxicating. He was so unguarded, and in Tony’s opinion, breathtakingly gorgeous.
When he saw him go over the edge, he eased up on the pace slightly, gently working him through it until he started to come down enough to communicate what it was he wanted Tony to do. Once he had, Tony grinned, as amused as he was turned on by the idea.
“Jerk off on you?” This time when he rocked back, he kept going and slid out of Justin’s ass. He sat up, spit in his hand, and wrapped it around himself in a gesture so fluid it may have seemed like he’d done it before. He hadn’t, he was just wasn’t thinking about his actions. “Okay. Sure. You gonna watch?”
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Although he wasn’t doing anything to prolong the encounter, Tony wasn’t quite expecting Justin to come so soon. Some might consider it disappointing to have a partner finish quickly, but he certainly didn’t. The whole point of sex, insofar as he was concerned, was to have fun. As orgasm was, presumably, fun for all, causing someone to achieve it was hardly reason for disappointment. And quite frankly, it was fun, and erotic, to watch.
Tony could happily jerk off to a three minute montage of shots of Justin climaxing. There was something about the expressions that flashed across his face, or didn’t, in the moment that was intoxicating. He was so unguarded, and in Tony’s opinion, breathtakingly gorgeous.
When he saw him go over the edge, he eased up on the pace slightly, gently working him through it until he started to come down enough to communicate what it was he wanted Tony to do. Once he had, Tony grinned, as amused as he was turned on by the idea.
“Jerk off on you?” This time when he rocked back, he kept going and slid out of Justin’s ass. He sat up, spit in his hand, and wrapped it around himself in a gesture so fluid it may have seemed like he’d done it before. He hadn’t, he was just wasn’t thinking about his actions. “Okay. Sure. You gonna watch?”