[Taryon groans with the vibrations, and as he's about to drift off into a partial daydream - the head pressing against the back of Dorian's throat, the hot mouth coaxing his length to throb, and the intake of breath that tells him that he'll be in there for a while - but Dorian's finger curls against his prostate, and he drops onto the bed as the shock hits him.]
Ah! [For a moment, the loss of his thoughts threaten to bypass the charm spell. In the end, Taryon wants this, he loves the rare moments he gets to be penetrated, and above all, he loves going along with this setup they silently agreed upon.] Oh, shit, oh my god. Please.
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Ah! [For a moment, the loss of his thoughts threaten to bypass the charm spell. In the end, Taryon wants this, he loves the rare moments he gets to be penetrated, and above all, he loves going along with this setup they silently agreed upon.] Oh, shit, oh my god. Please.