There were ways for sure and God knew Wash loved riding Maine when he got the chance because it allowed him to control the angle and pace when taking the other man inside of him. Maine was sizable and it took a lot of care and lube to open Wash up enough that he could take that large cock without any real pain.
It had been weeks, it felt longer now but that could just be his libido talking. Or maybe it was the way Maine was toying with his balls. He practically hissed when his lover stroked his thumb along the sensitive seam between them.
He mapped out the entire length of Maine's dick through the material of his underwear and even went so far as to squeeze him between the barrier of cotton. The younger man was hesitant to reach his hand inside and touch the velvety soft skin of that cock. If he did, then he knew there was a good chance he would fold and just let Maine have his way with him.
Wash's head fell forward to rest against Maine's shoulder and he willingly exposed his throat to the larger man's nips and kisses. Maine often left little marks and bruises along his lower neck and shoulders during their loveplay in places where no one else would see. Wash had always enjoyed them but the last remaining marks had faded away during Maine's convalescence, thus leaving that freckled neck and shoulders free of any hickeys or other marks.
"Maine? Christ, Maine. Stop, I don't want to hurt you." He practically groaned the words as his eyes squeezed shut tightly under the barrage of sensation and low-key anxiety that he might accidentally set Maine's recovery back.
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Date: 2016-06-10 02:39 am (UTC)It had been weeks, it felt longer now but that could just be his libido talking. Or maybe it was the way Maine was toying with his balls. He practically hissed when his lover stroked his thumb along the sensitive seam between them.
He mapped out the entire length of Maine's dick through the material of his underwear and even went so far as to squeeze him between the barrier of cotton. The younger man was hesitant to reach his hand inside and touch the velvety soft skin of that cock. If he did, then he knew there was a good chance he would fold and just let Maine have his way with him.
Wash's head fell forward to rest against Maine's shoulder and he willingly exposed his throat to the larger man's nips and kisses. Maine often left little marks and bruises along his lower neck and shoulders during their loveplay in places where no one else would see. Wash had always enjoyed them but the last remaining marks had faded away during Maine's convalescence, thus leaving that freckled neck and shoulders free of any hickeys or other marks.
"Maine? Christ, Maine. Stop, I don't want to hurt you." He practically groaned the words as his eyes squeezed shut tightly under the barrage of sensation and low-key anxiety that he might accidentally set Maine's recovery back.