[It's immediately obvious that Concord is not used to being touched in such a way. While he's masturbated as any man might, teasing his own chest for pleasure has never occurred to him. The unicorn only grows more flushed and heated, panting out hot breathes that only bob his chest further, up and into Ali's working hands. It feels perplexingly good to be toyed with. Concord isn't sure how he feels about it, only that it feels addictive. He don't want Ali to stop playing with him,]
I do.... Ali, I do like it, so keep going- [he likes both what is happening and ordering Ali around. The dragon had said he would do so, instruct Concord on such intimacy, but instinct is winning out. He grips looser from his long, milking stokes. His fist bobs quicker up and down their cocks, fingers hooked around Ali's cock while his thumb pressed against his own. Any thrust of Ali's hips in response only makes the whole, wet, tight sensation all the better.
Ali latching onto his neck and suckling there is a desperate move, he thinks. Is the man getting to his limit? Should Concord slow down, just to make him last? No, that feels a bit cruel, not only to Ali, but to himself. He wants release. He wants to shoot and coat Ali's cock in his cum. He's close, but there's something else he wants to hit that peak-
His free hand reaches to the back of Ali's hair and bundles black strands into his fist. A short yank to separate him from marking his neck and he crashes his lips and tongue into Ali's. Not long after tasting him again, his cock pumps and hot rope shoots into his hand. He strokes it down across Ali's dick, drawing out his own orgasm with a heady groan]
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Date: 2022-12-29 11:02 pm (UTC)I do.... Ali, I do like it, so keep going- [he likes both what is happening and ordering Ali around. The dragon had said he would do so, instruct Concord on such intimacy, but instinct is winning out. He grips looser from his long, milking stokes. His fist bobs quicker up and down their cocks, fingers hooked around Ali's cock while his thumb pressed against his own. Any thrust of Ali's hips in response only makes the whole, wet, tight sensation all the better.
Ali latching onto his neck and suckling there is a desperate move, he thinks. Is the man getting to his limit? Should Concord slow down, just to make him last? No, that feels a bit cruel, not only to Ali, but to himself. He wants release. He wants to shoot and coat Ali's cock in his cum. He's close, but there's something else he wants to hit that peak-
His free hand reaches to the back of Ali's hair and bundles black strands into his fist. A short yank to separate him from marking his neck and he crashes his lips and tongue into Ali's. Not long after tasting him again, his cock pumps and hot rope shoots into his hand. He strokes it down across Ali's dick, drawing out his own orgasm with a heady groan]