Mmm. [ he smiles, eyes crinkling, dimples showing, all-too aware of the parody inherent in his next words: ] Good boy, very good.
[ silva continues to stroke bond's head and neck, sliding to his shoulders once or twice, feeling the muscles there, firm and shifting beneath his palm. he can feel the give-take pressure against his foot, and he presses back in a regular, gentle rhythm. indeed, he can almost feel the heat of bond's cock through the sole of his shoe, and it sends a residual shiver up through his legs and spine—and he grins then, sending a pleased look to the ceiling, relishing the movement of bond's mouth against his clothed cock.
then, he withdraws his hands and begins to undo the button and zip on his trousers, fingers brushing against the rough planes of bond's face as he frees himself perfunctorily. silva gives himself a few pumps to relieve some of the pressure, leaning forward, before tracing a faux-sentimental line over james' bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. ]
I'm curious, [ he says, blinking magnanimously. ] How good do you think you are?
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[ silva continues to stroke bond's head and neck, sliding to his shoulders once or twice, feeling the muscles there, firm and shifting beneath his palm. he can feel the give-take pressure against his foot, and he presses back in a regular, gentle rhythm. indeed, he can almost feel the heat of bond's cock through the sole of his shoe, and it sends a residual shiver up through his legs and spine—and he grins then, sending a pleased look to the ceiling, relishing the movement of bond's mouth against his clothed cock.
then, he withdraws his hands and begins to undo the button and zip on his trousers, fingers brushing against the rough planes of bond's face as he frees himself perfunctorily. silva gives himself a few pumps to relieve some of the pressure, leaning forward, before tracing a faux-sentimental line over james' bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. ]
I'm curious, [ he says, blinking magnanimously. ] How good do you think you are?