It was slow and it was steady but as they continued, Bramen began feeling more confidence, feeling far bolder than before. Being inside of Dorian was incredible, the man's panting and gasping, touching and efforts to kiss him move than proving that he was enjoying himself. The way Dorian held his hand and how he squeezed it, the little sounds he made to encourage him - it made that tightness in Bramen's stomach twist and crave more. Being on his knees and slowly rocking into the man wasn't enough.
The Awoken shifted again, rocking against his friend once more before he finally moved his hands around to Dorian's back, pushing the man forward and down against the bed. His cock slipped out of Dorian but it didn't stay that way for long - the Hunter immediately moved down on top of him, hands pressing against Dorian's back to push him against the mattress, dipping his head down to bite the man's shoulder. He thrust his hips forward a few times, ridged cock missing the man's entrance and instead rubbing along his ass. A few collisions with Dorian's backside, smearing his leaking fluids across him, he finally grasped his knot and managed to guide himself back inside of the man. First that head and then very quickly the rest of his cock, right up to that knot again. He drove inside the man in one thrust, a low keen coming from Bramen's throat as he squeezed his eyes shut. Both hands moved to Dorian's shoulders keeping him pressed down to the mattress, the Awoken starting up a much faster pace now.
He drove inside quickly, having to take care not to slip out of the man. Driving in up to the knot, letting it pound against Dorian's entrance, part of it trying to squeeze inside before the man pulled back. His mouth hung open, he started to pant and let out small desperate sounds - needy little gasps as his fingers dug into his friend, locking his arms and spreading his legs a bit more, trying to find better leverage. Every movement of his body sent another pulse through his cock, twitching hard inside of Dorian. He found a rhythm after a moment, driving in quick, throbbing cock angled to hit that bundle of nerves inside the man over and over, with every fast and hard thrust.
Bramen's eyes were still shut, squeezing them hard as he gave another low moan, moving one hand to the bed now and grasping at the sheets. The other stayed in Dorian's back, nails biting flesh and leaving small marks there in their wake. Dorian's back would be sore coming morning - but not nearly as sore as his the rest of him.
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The Awoken shifted again, rocking against his friend once more before he finally moved his hands around to Dorian's back, pushing the man forward and down against the bed. His cock slipped out of Dorian but it didn't stay that way for long - the Hunter immediately moved down on top of him, hands pressing against Dorian's back to push him against the mattress, dipping his head down to bite the man's shoulder. He thrust his hips forward a few times, ridged cock missing the man's entrance and instead rubbing along his ass. A few collisions with Dorian's backside, smearing his leaking fluids across him, he finally grasped his knot and managed to guide himself back inside of the man. First that head and then very quickly the rest of his cock, right up to that knot again. He drove inside the man in one thrust, a low keen coming from Bramen's throat as he squeezed his eyes shut. Both hands moved to Dorian's shoulders keeping him pressed down to the mattress, the Awoken starting up a much faster pace now.
He drove inside quickly, having to take care not to slip out of the man. Driving in up to the knot, letting it pound against Dorian's entrance, part of it trying to squeeze inside before the man pulled back. His mouth hung open, he started to pant and let out small desperate sounds - needy little gasps as his fingers dug into his friend, locking his arms and spreading his legs a bit more, trying to find better leverage. Every movement of his body sent another pulse through his cock, twitching hard inside of Dorian. He found a rhythm after a moment, driving in quick, throbbing cock angled to hit that bundle of nerves inside the man over and over, with every fast and hard thrust.
Bramen's eyes were still shut, squeezing them hard as he gave another low moan, moving one hand to the bed now and grasping at the sheets. The other stayed in Dorian's back, nails biting flesh and leaving small marks there in their wake. Dorian's back would be sore coming morning - but not nearly as sore as his the rest of him.