Cygnus' submission was easy -- almost too easy, as though he'd known they would reach this point, Gaultier playing into his hands (and mouth, for that matter) after they'd stolen a corner for themselves and he'd dropped heated words into his ear -- and he fell to his knees, smoothly, with hardly any resistance. His fingers slid upward, parting the folds of Gaultier's heavy dress robes, widening the fly of his trousers and tugging them sharply downward before they finally came to touch the base of his cock.
Open your mouth.
Instantly, Cygnus' eyes flew upward, glinting with some unreadable emotion, narrowed and focused on Gaultier's face as the mouth he'd been so loath to open for the man's fingers now parted for his cock. With a moan that was more of a sigh, hot breath tickling along the delicate skin, his lips closed along the tip -- and then drew sharply further along the hard length as Gaultier thrust violently forward. A sound escaped him, and Cygnus reached up, hand coming to tightly grip the man's inner thigh, both to brace himself and to push Gaultier further in.
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