He ought to have expected the renewed vigor, especially because he knows precisely how hard he is to read. He's spent many years practising to make it into the art form that it is, and he's usually very successful.
But the precum isn't something he's able to control and lock down to the nth degree. It's his body doing what it always does when his climax is practically within reach.
Irrespective of that, V makes his choice. Hands feels the pressure increase just enough to be purposeful. It's that agreement that tips him over the edge. The knowledge that V is ready and willing to swallow down the contents of his balls.
A hand scrunches against V's short hair, eventually splays out across the back of his skull to push him hard onto his cock. Thick ropes spurt from the tip of his cock as he - almost involuntarily - thrusts it as deep into the younger man's throat as he can.
He doesn't moan but he does hold his breath which then eventually rushes out, an unsteady exhale that quivers somewhere in the middle. With his eyelids fluttering shut, his jaw tilts back as he loses himself for this moment - and only this moment - to deep pleasure.
Feeling the fingers curl in his hair again is almost a reward in itself. There's a moment - a skip of a beat - where V almost worried that Hands wasn't going to press his cock down his throat as far as he could. His fears evaporated when he felt the hand at the back of his head and the inevitable pull forward at the same time as the cock forced itself down his throat, and then some more.
V had no choice but to swallow, given Hands' dick was firmly planted down his throat, but that was part of what he enjoyed. He enjoyed feeling each additional small push from Hands, the way he could feel every single throb of the cock in his mouth in his mouth, down his throat. V's own eyes were closed as his face was shoved into those nice suit pants, as Hands held him in place. He wasn't about to interrupt whatever bliss that Hands had in this moment.
If Hands took too long to savor the moment then V might start to gag again, shifting and trying so hard to suppress the reflex only to eventually fail. Regardless, when Hands finally released him, he would pull back and, while looking up at Hands, take a moment to lick the head of his cock clean so that not a drop of his precious seed was wasted. If he were honest, he didn't want to get up from his spot between Hands' legs, he wanted Hands to keep a hand on him - the back of his head, the top of, holding under his jaw.
"Hope that was okay," he said cooly, as if there was some doubt to his performance. It was the first time that V had signaled to Hands he was looking for some type of praise, which he was sure Hands would not miss.
Without a frame of reference, Hands doesn't expect V to understand just how much of a good job he's done. His skin is still tingling as his damp cock slips loose from the man's mouth, the finishing mopping up of anything residual almost making him shudder until he clamps down on it hard. He takes over easily, tucking his saliva-cleaned cock away into his pants again and zipping himself up.
Truthfully, as much as the Avante suit breathes, V has gotten him a little hot under the collar. A slight discomfort he'll be sure to ride out until he cools down soon enough.
He leans forward slightly, fingers framing V's jaw as he tilts his head up. It's not so much aggressive as a man observing a prize dog again and deciding it's best in show.
"As with everything you do for me, V, that was more than 'okay'. That was splendid."
There's an almost disappointment when Hands didn't particularly respond when V finished cleaning him up. It had absolutely been a subtle attempt to try to get a response out of Hands - one that he could see, at least - and when it didn't work there was slight frustration. More prominently, though, it made V want to try again, to see this man still over him lose his cool in a moment of pleasure-induced weakness.
Until then, V had to settle with the feeling of fingertips at his jaw, tilting his head up to look at the older man. A barely audible sound of pleasure came from deep in his throat - easier for Hands to feel through his fingertips than hear, likely - at the gesture. The complement is rewarded with the slightest of pleased smiles: incredibly subtle, perceptible only to someone who pays attention to detail. V gently, slightly, leaned into Hands' touch.
"Glad you approve of my performance." There were a few moments when V let this moment stretch on, enjoying sitting at the feet of this other man, but he eventually shifted and pulled away. He stood and took a moment to adjust his clothes, run a hand through his hair to ruffle out any lasting impression from Hands. As he pulled his jacket on, he spoke again, already shifted back into his usual persona.
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Date: 2023-11-06 09:05 pm (UTC)But the precum isn't something he's able to control and lock down to the nth degree. It's his body doing what it always does when his climax is practically within reach.
Irrespective of that, V makes his choice. Hands feels the pressure increase just enough to be purposeful. It's that agreement that tips him over the edge. The knowledge that V is ready and willing to swallow down the contents of his balls.
A hand scrunches against V's short hair, eventually splays out across the back of his skull to push him hard onto his cock. Thick ropes spurt from the tip of his cock as he - almost involuntarily - thrusts it as deep into the younger man's throat as he can.
He doesn't moan but he does hold his breath which then eventually rushes out, an unsteady exhale that quivers somewhere in the middle. With his eyelids fluttering shut, his jaw tilts back as he loses himself for this moment - and only this moment - to deep pleasure.
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Date: 2023-11-07 01:04 am (UTC)V had no choice but to swallow, given Hands' dick was firmly planted down his throat, but that was part of what he enjoyed. He enjoyed feeling each additional small push from Hands, the way he could feel every single throb of the cock in his mouth in his mouth, down his throat. V's own eyes were closed as his face was shoved into those nice suit pants, as Hands held him in place. He wasn't about to interrupt whatever bliss that Hands had in this moment.
If Hands took too long to savor the moment then V might start to gag again, shifting and trying so hard to suppress the reflex only to eventually fail. Regardless, when Hands finally released him, he would pull back and, while looking up at Hands, take a moment to lick the head of his cock clean so that not a drop of his precious seed was wasted. If he were honest, he didn't want to get up from his spot between Hands' legs, he wanted Hands to keep a hand on him - the back of his head, the top of, holding under his jaw.
"Hope that was okay," he said cooly, as if there was some doubt to his performance. It was the first time that V had signaled to Hands he was looking for some type of praise, which he was sure Hands would not miss.
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Date: 2023-11-07 08:31 am (UTC)Truthfully, as much as the Avante suit breathes, V has gotten him a little hot under the collar. A slight discomfort he'll be sure to ride out until he cools down soon enough.
He leans forward slightly, fingers framing V's jaw as he tilts his head up. It's not so much aggressive as a man observing a prize dog again and deciding it's best in show.
"As with everything you do for me, V, that was more than 'okay'. That was splendid."
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Date: 2023-11-08 07:48 pm (UTC)Until then, V had to settle with the feeling of fingertips at his jaw, tilting his head up to look at the older man. A barely audible sound of pleasure came from deep in his throat - easier for Hands to feel through his fingertips than hear, likely - at the gesture. The complement is rewarded with the slightest of pleased smiles: incredibly subtle, perceptible only to someone who pays attention to detail. V gently, slightly, leaned into Hands' touch.
"Glad you approve of my performance." There were a few moments when V let this moment stretch on, enjoying sitting at the feet of this other man, but he eventually shifted and pulled away. He stood and took a moment to adjust his clothes, run a hand through his hair to ruffle out any lasting impression from Hands. As he pulled his jacket on, he spoke again, already shifted back into his usual persona.
"I'll call you when I got deets."