[Judging from how Ali sounds, completely breathless and enthralled in the sensations between them, Concord is swift to assert]
I think you might like it... [Punctuated with a slow stroke upward, to the tip of Ali's cock, before slipping back down. His own cock particularly wet with precum, tip leaking over with it. There's no real telling how much of the sloppiness beneath his grasp is his own or Ali's.
Concord likewise breathes out heavily when his chest is pawed at. The uniform coat up top has obvious buttons to focus on. Popping those open reveals the tunic beneath, which can be untied down the front and splayed further apart for access. The other soldiers sometimes trained or worked out having shed their shirts. Never Concord. He was a bit too modest, too attached to his uniformed image to be so out in the open with his body. He'd been teased that that was such a shame, others wishing to leer at him due to his sheer attractiveness. He didn't ever indulge them.
Here he is, indulging Ali, who is welcome to open up his uniform. His physique is as well worked and picturesque as the rest of him, muscled toned and plump beneath groping fingers. His chest is particularly well defined, so if Ali can resist the immediate impulse most would have to bury their face directly into broad male tits, that's impressive restraint. Concord won't ultimately mind, leaning his own head back to soak in the attention all down his front. Some of the blush across his skin heats down his neck, Concord panting and letting himself groan and grunt openly as Ali bucks his hips erratically.]
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Date: 2022-12-28 01:45 am (UTC)I think you might like it... [Punctuated with a slow stroke upward, to the tip of Ali's cock, before slipping back down. His own cock particularly wet with precum, tip leaking over with it. There's no real telling how much of the sloppiness beneath his grasp is his own or Ali's.
Concord likewise breathes out heavily when his chest is pawed at. The uniform coat up top has obvious buttons to focus on. Popping those open reveals the tunic beneath, which can be untied down the front and splayed further apart for access. The other soldiers sometimes trained or worked out having shed their shirts. Never Concord. He was a bit too modest, too attached to his uniformed image to be so out in the open with his body. He'd been teased that that was such a shame, others wishing to leer at him due to his sheer attractiveness. He didn't ever indulge them.
Here he is, indulging Ali, who is welcome to open up his uniform. His physique is as well worked and picturesque as the rest of him, muscled toned and plump beneath groping fingers. His chest is particularly well defined, so if Ali can resist the immediate impulse most would have to bury their face directly into broad male tits, that's impressive restraint. Concord won't ultimately mind, leaning his own head back to soak in the attention all down his front. Some of the blush across his skin heats down his neck, Concord panting and letting himself groan and grunt openly as Ali bucks his hips erratically.]