[Typically, anyone talking to him like that would be a turn off. He'd fuck them, sure, but it wouldn't be great and he'd get them to leave right after. But hearing Rigo tell him what to do goes straight to his cock and he groans as he feels it twitch. Which in turn makes him laugh, a soft breathy sound, because what the fuck does this guy do to him to make him like this?
There's less apprehension now about letting Rigo take charge, and maybe a little delight in the fact that he's the only one that gets to see Dale this way. The only one who sees him so undone and ready to submit.
He's right though.
He is ready, and they both need each other. Just the anticipation alone has him stroking his own cock, and that laugh comes back as he leans forward to kiss Rigo with a force that's more clashing teeth than anything.]
Hold on a second, fuck.
[He's grinning though, even when the words are lowly growled out. Rigo's waited long enough, and is about to lose patience. Dale positions himself so he can better bare down, and curls his hand around Rigo's length. He strokes a couple of times, not that it's needed, and starts to lower himself down. They fuck a lot now, but he still feels his body go tense at that initial intrusion of girth pressing into him.
His chest shudders with a breath that doesn't let itself rise to completion, and it dies off in his chest as he lowers down more and more. After those first pinpricks of pain, he's over it, and then he sinks down in a swift motion so he's fully seated in Rigo's lap.]
Fuck.
[And with that, he starts to move. He promised Rigo he'd ride him, and he does. He sets the pace at first, steady and firm as he rises up and sinks back down. Each press in makes sounds pass his lips that turn the tip of his ears red, but he's reminding himself he doesn't have to be humiliated here. Rigo is safe, even when his instincts are telling him to be embarrassed by the fact he's got a cock up his ass that he practically begged for and is gasping and moaning pathetically as he rides it like he's desperate for it. He doesn't even want to imagine what his face must look like as he's doing this, but with the way Rigo's looking at him it must be something impressive. Not anything ridiculous, at least.
His own cock starts to harden a little as he moves, but he ignores it, letting it bounce and twitch in time with how he moves. As they settle into something faster, he guides Rigo's hands to his hips. He's silently offering him the ability to dictate how he moves, if he wants it.]
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There's less apprehension now about letting Rigo take charge, and maybe a little delight in the fact that he's the only one that gets to see Dale this way. The only one who sees him so undone and ready to submit.
He's right though.
He is ready, and they both need each other. Just the anticipation alone has him stroking his own cock, and that laugh comes back as he leans forward to kiss Rigo with a force that's more clashing teeth than anything.]
Hold on a second, fuck.
[He's grinning though, even when the words are lowly growled out. Rigo's waited long enough, and is about to lose patience. Dale positions himself so he can better bare down, and curls his hand around Rigo's length. He strokes a couple of times, not that it's needed, and starts to lower himself down. They fuck a lot now, but he still feels his body go tense at that initial intrusion of girth pressing into him.
His chest shudders with a breath that doesn't let itself rise to completion, and it dies off in his chest as he lowers down more and more. After those first pinpricks of pain, he's over it, and then he sinks down in a swift motion so he's fully seated in Rigo's lap.]
Fuck.
[And with that, he starts to move. He promised Rigo he'd ride him, and he does. He sets the pace at first, steady and firm as he rises up and sinks back down. Each press in makes sounds pass his lips that turn the tip of his ears red, but he's reminding himself he doesn't have to be humiliated here. Rigo is safe, even when his instincts are telling him to be embarrassed by the fact he's got a cock up his ass that he practically begged for and is gasping and moaning pathetically as he rides it like he's desperate for it. He doesn't even want to imagine what his face must look like as he's doing this, but with the way Rigo's looking at him it must be something impressive. Not anything ridiculous, at least.
His own cock starts to harden a little as he moves, but he ignores it, letting it bounce and twitch in time with how he moves. As they settle into something faster, he guides Rigo's hands to his hips. He's silently offering him the ability to dictate how he moves, if he wants it.]