[One of Frank's arms reaches down so he can grip Bruce's thigh against his hip, fingers biting into the muscle there as their bodies continue to move and writhe together. It's clear Frank's reaching his own limit when his scent changes a click, when his thrusts turn jerky and more desperate. He doesn't stop though, doesn't falter in his pace, panting heavy breaths between their mouths.]
I'm gonna come. [Is murmured as Frank rolls forward deeper again, his heart pounding a mile a minute. The grip on Bruce's leg tightens.] Gonna fill you up good - is that what you want?
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I'm gonna come. [Is murmured as Frank rolls forward deeper again, his heart pounding a mile a minute. The grip on Bruce's leg tightens.] Gonna fill you up good - is that what you want?