[Well crap, when you put it that way. Poor baby girl. They'll make sure not to make too big of a mess. And they owe her a good wipe down anyway. In the conn-podd at least...
How can Raleigh refuse him when he's making all the lovely sounds and touching his hair all sweet? Raleigh steadies himself and does allow Yancy more access, letting him slide back as far as he wants with a muffled groan of his own.]
[ They'll clean her up. Yancy's not really thinking about that right now though, he's got far better things to concern himself with, like his hands gripping at Raleigh's hair, head tossing back, a low moan sticking in his throat. How can he resist it when Raleigh gets all aggressive and throws him around and sucks his dick? Tight, wet heat around his cock is a sure way to make his brain stop working. ]
[Yancy not thinking is a good thing. It means lets words come flying out of his mouth and Raleigh's eyes aren't aching from all of the rolling they have to do. They're often closed now, sometimes glancing up at his big bro, watching the pleasurable shifts of expressions on his face. And then he swallows. When he has Yancy in his throat, he swallows him hard.]
[ He swears like a sailor, hands clenching in Raleigh's hair because
Jesus Christ he's died and gone to heaven. Tight, wet heat around his dick
renders him speechless and he has to really resist the urge to lose himself
because he'll end up fucking his brothers face stupid and that's just rude.
]
[Apparently rude is a thing that Raleigh doesn't mind, grabbing at his brother's firm ass and giving a squeeze in return for the rough hands in his hair. He needs air and only pulls back enough to keep Yancy's tip in his mouth - makes it easier to breath through his nose - tonguing his slit and teasing to bring the older Becket to edge only to deny him.]
[ the world tilts around him as blood roars in his ears and his grip tightens. Godammit, kid. Changing a look down, Yancy cracks his eyes open to peer at the top of Raleigh's head, moaning at the sight. ]
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well ah do trah...
How can Raleigh refuse him when he's making all the lovely sounds and touching his hair all sweet? Raleigh steadies himself and does allow Yancy more access, letting him slide back as far as he wants with a muffled groan of his own.]
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Fuck--
[ He swears like a sailor, hands clenching in Raleigh's hair because Jesus Christ he's died and gone to heaven. Tight, wet heat around his dick renders him speechless and he has to really resist the urge to lose himself because he'll end up fucking his brothers face stupid and that's just rude. ]
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[ the world tilts around him as blood roars in his ears and his grip tightens. Godammit, kid. Changing a look down, Yancy cracks his eyes open to peer at the top of Raleigh's head, moaning at the sight. ]
Ah, don't stop-