In a whisper, in a scream? Gaultier's need for Cygnus only grew stronger with the uttered words and the hand that was once fisted tightly in Cygnus' hair came scratching down his back to cup the firm skin of his buttocks, drawing him closer with a sharp jab of his own hips. "Need your mouth now." There would be no waiting -- no, four months was wait enough. "Now, Cygnus."
A firm roll of his hips pressed his cock hard against Cygnus' inner thigh, Gaultier's desire so strong it left him teetering on the edge of losing all control. Biting sharply down on his bottom lip to muffle any sort of unwanted (desperate) noise, Gaultier began to urge Cygnus to his knees. The very thought of a warm wet mouth encircling him, the tongue that would stroke along every inch.. it was at that very moment Gaultier growled, unfastening his trousers with one hand as Cygnus was finally forced down with the other.
"Open your mouth." It was a command not entirely hissed with love but instead with the frustration and anger accompanied with having to wait. And as soon as Cygnus complied, Gaultier met his gaze, his cock now fully free of the confines of his trousers. With one sharp jolt forward did he thrust inside Cygnus' mouth, a moan given quietly between clenched teeth.
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