There's a little something in the back of his mind that is questioning whether he should be deep-decking Barton's kid. Whether he was around to see it or not. But like most of the other voices he hears he tunes it out. Francis feels good and they share enough in common that he doesn't hate being around him. He doesn't even ask for Lester to take his time or ease up, instead he pushes back against him like he wants more. It's sexy, and he doesn't think he could pull himself away even if he should.
When Francis tries to speak, Lester deliberately thrusts harder to make it difficult for him to get words out, grinning when that succeeds. He doesn't give in for a kiss, just watches the face directly in front of his. Both their eyes are blue, but he doesn't think Francis' are as empty as his own. He still has something there. All of this isn't just a thing he does to fill a void, is it? The marksman lets go of that line of questioning and instead takes the other man's cock into his hand, stroking him leisurely, but mostly just to play with the precum leaking from his tip with his thumb.
"It looks like you wanna come already." Lester says between pants for breath, and his thrusts slow to a steady crawl, a roll of his hips every so often to remind Francis he's still inside him. He sits up on his knees, pulling Francis by the hips so his ass is off the bed and flush against his body, legs in the air. If he continues to move it's only to try to find that spot with the head of his cock that will make it harder for the archer to hold back. "Ahh, there it is. You got really tight just now. I found it, didn't I?"
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When Francis tries to speak, Lester deliberately thrusts harder to make it difficult for him to get words out, grinning when that succeeds. He doesn't give in for a kiss, just watches the face directly in front of his. Both their eyes are blue, but he doesn't think Francis' are as empty as his own. He still has something there. All of this isn't just a thing he does to fill a void, is it? The marksman lets go of that line of questioning and instead takes the other man's cock into his hand, stroking him leisurely, but mostly just to play with the precum leaking from his tip with his thumb.
"It looks like you wanna come already." Lester says between pants for breath, and his thrusts slow to a steady crawl, a roll of his hips every so often to remind Francis he's still inside him. He sits up on his knees, pulling Francis by the hips so his ass is off the bed and flush against his body, legs in the air. If he continues to move it's only to try to find that spot with the head of his cock that will make it harder for the archer to hold back. "Ahh, there it is. You got really tight just now. I found it, didn't I?"