["White looks good on him," Bedford agrees as he wipes the excess spend from his cock with an old handkerchief. "He's got the exotic look for it."
Lord Karnon, in the meantime, is thrusting into Taryon in an uneven tempo. Tary's body is limp; his mind is clear in the post-orgasmic haze, and he wishes to stay in this state and let Karnon use his lifeless body as he pleases. The soreness and the noises are muffled in his head.
On the outside, Taryon's arms hang uselessly at his sides and his eyes are unfocused and unchanging even as Karnon stills and fills Taryon. Karnon hugs him while coming down, and it's not a man he's holding; it's a doll that exists to comfort him.
Bedford leaves Dorian undressed while Wellington takes a good look at him - on his end, he admires the mess seeping out of Dorian's ass. "Even better at this angle."]
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Lord Karnon, in the meantime, is thrusting into Taryon in an uneven tempo. Tary's body is limp; his mind is clear in the post-orgasmic haze, and he wishes to stay in this state and let Karnon use his lifeless body as he pleases. The soreness and the noises are muffled in his head.
On the outside, Taryon's arms hang uselessly at his sides and his eyes are unfocused and unchanging even as Karnon stills and fills Taryon. Karnon hugs him while coming down, and it's not a man he's holding; it's a doll that exists to comfort him.
Bedford leaves Dorian undressed while Wellington takes a good look at him - on his end, he admires the mess seeping out of Dorian's ass. "Even better at this angle."]