[The grinding doesn't stop - he still rolls his hips up against Cole's hand this time, letting go to grasp at anything he can around him, be it an object, be it Cole's arm, his skin, digging nails. He gasps, voice hoarse after his throat was pressured so tightly, but the marks are slowly fading away and healing. Soon there will be no proof that Cole even harmed him; meanwhile, the blood on that arm will remain.]
I'm close - [ah, he snaps his hips up, throws his head back, throat bare,] So fucking clo - ah - fuck!
[And he ejaculates, a series of smaller spurts after the larger one, coating Cole's hand and Petre's abdomen in come. His legs are trembling, fingers pressed down, until he finally stops and falls back, limbs relaxed, chest heaving.]
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I'm close - [ah, he snaps his hips up, throws his head back, throat bare,] So fucking clo - ah - fuck!
[And he ejaculates, a series of smaller spurts after the larger one, coating Cole's hand and Petre's abdomen in come. His legs are trembling, fingers pressed down, until he finally stops and falls back, limbs relaxed, chest heaving.]
Fuck...