[Their joined moans, with the artifice of a consensual and loving tryst, has the men excitedly cheering them on, though it's Mikhail thrusting into him that's spurring Taryon to continue more than anything. As his cock leaks with long-awaited satisfaction, he lowers his head and thinks of anything else.
Home. Thinking of Dorian, thinking of something other than the hot breath on his back, but it's to no avail. Not that he needed a long distraction: being on the edge for so long, it takes little for Taryon to finally cry and shudder as he shoots his seed into Dorian; he continues to moan as Mikhail goes on as before, uncaring of how he overstimulates Taryon.]
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Home. Thinking of Dorian, thinking of something other than the hot breath on his back, but it's to no avail. Not that he needed a long distraction: being on the edge for so long, it takes little for Taryon to finally cry and shudder as he shoots his seed into Dorian; he continues to moan as Mikhail goes on as before, uncaring of how he overstimulates Taryon.]
Nn- n--! Too much...!