[ Tyler would blush at the compliment were it not for the fact he's engaged otherwise. All conscious thought shrunk down to what's happening between his legs and, by connection, Fabian.
He can't help but let a few moans slip loose, loud enough to be notable. It's just with Fabian's fingers working against his clit, and also rutting up inside him, he's fighting a losing battle. And he doesn't care. Losing feels too good.
He rocks his hips in time, mouth dry now with how fast he's breathing. Not so much with exertion but with arousal. ]
[Fabian feels the tidal wave towering over him. He reaches up to grip the back of Tyler's head and pull him down so their foreheads are touching. He laces his fingers into the smaller man's hair and uses that as a grip to keep himself from being washed away as that wave crashes through him. He cannot help the desperate moan that escapes him, try as he might to stifle it.]
Fuck--
[He hisses. He does not still his hips, nor his fingers, thrusting until Tyler is finished as well.]
you good fam, ain't never any rush with taggos <3
He can't help but let a few moans slip loose, loud enough to be notable. It's just with Fabian's fingers working against his clit, and also rutting up inside him, he's fighting a losing battle. And he doesn't care. Losing feels too good.
He rocks his hips in time, mouth dry now with how fast he's breathing. Not so much with exertion but with arousal. ]
Gonna-- I'm gonna--
no subject
Fuck--
[He hisses. He does not still his hips, nor his fingers, thrusting until Tyler is finished as well.]