"I'm mot done," Lionel breathed, his voice thick with renewed possession. The feeling of Reggie's full weight on his dick, the intimate, sweat-slick press of their chests together, had stirred him back to a semi-hardness that was quickly thickening again.
He began to move, shallow, grinding thrusts against the wall, using the leverage to hit that perfect spot deep inside.
"You think you get all the control?" Lionel murmured against his ear, his teeth grazing the lobe. "You think you get to ride me and that's it? My dick. My claim." He punctuated each word with a sharp snap of his hips.
Reggie moaned, his head thudding back against the wall, his nails digging into Lionel's shoulders.
He was oversensitive, wrecked, but his body was responding, clenching hungrily around the invading length.
The angle was different, deeper, more intimate. Lionel could feel every tremor, every hitched breath.
