( Honestly, his heart feels about ready to beat out of his chest at this rate, but that's the aphrodisiacs speaking. Partly, at least. It burns off his skin honey-sweet and the break of the kiss only gives him enough room to breathe in those airy little pants laced with a smooth voice, low and quiet even on the fringes of flying apart.
He just isn't very good at making much noise, it seems. Push him a little harder and edge him, perhaps that would be a different tune, but for now, for this— Eskel will likely hear the give of his knee when it weakens, the rasp to his breaths as he pants, head tipping to allow the drag of kisses down his throat and giving over the chance to please them both in favor of clinging to the other man's bicep. One last buck of the hips and a reedy moan, and the jerk of his cock spills into his palm, thick and heavy and thankfully not with the force to make a mess. (That would simply be mortifying, like grinding on a complete stranger isn't.)
The next buck of his hips trembles, but he's trying to offer that little stretch of time after to see Eskel off, too, even out of breath. )
cmon brain just one more tag!!
He just isn't very good at making much noise, it seems. Push him a little harder and edge him, perhaps that would be a different tune, but for now, for this— Eskel will likely hear the give of his knee when it weakens, the rasp to his breaths as he pants, head tipping to allow the drag of kisses down his throat and giving over the chance to please them both in favor of clinging to the other man's bicep. One last buck of the hips and a reedy moan, and the jerk of his cock spills into his palm, thick and heavy and thankfully not with the force to make a mess. (That would simply be mortifying, like grinding on a complete stranger isn't.)
The next buck of his hips trembles, but he's trying to offer that little stretch of time after to see Eskel off, too, even out of breath. )
Tell me— what I can do.