[ Spike has never wanted anything more than he wants to feel what it's like to be pinned down and ravaged by Mitsuhide right now. He can definitely feel that he's wet, which is an unusual sensation. But he's too far gone in the grip of mindless lust to give it the thought it deserves. He breathes a little harder, a faint blush deepening on his cheeks.
He swallows, mouth dry, when Mitsuhide rips his shirt. His abs flex and he cants his hips forward as Mitsuhide urges him. He looks at the other man, eyes dark with lust, lips parted slightly. ]
What are you waiting for? You think I can't take it?
[ He unzips Mitsuhide's fly and slips his hand into his pants, long fingers curling around his erection. Fuck. He needs to see this. Feel this. Have it buried deep inside of him. ]
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He swallows, mouth dry, when Mitsuhide rips his shirt. His abs flex and he cants his hips forward as Mitsuhide urges him. He looks at the other man, eyes dark with lust, lips parted slightly. ]
What are you waiting for? You think I can't take it?
[ He unzips Mitsuhide's fly and slips his hand into his pants, long fingers curling around his erection. Fuck. He needs to see this. Feel this. Have it buried deep inside of him. ]
I know you want to fuck me.