[ he had almost convinced himself to not expect it, what with what he had managed before and those tender little touches but maybe those are exactly what gave it away. still, james bond, as adept as he is, is not perfect and even anticipating warily that he may have to swallow more than he can chew (ha ha), he gags against his cock, inhales sharply through his nose, eyes watering suddenly, a damning involuntary reaction. likewise, he tries to lift, to alleviate but silva's hold is merciless and he forces his throat open instead with a muffled noise somewhere between distressed and irritated.
his hand drops away then, gripping his thigh blindly, squeezing and maybe in an effort to recover that misstep, to prove something to assuage his aching pride, he exhales and swallows him whole, drawing him deep into his throat, stopping only when his nose nestle against his navel. this isn't a particularly well traveled talent of bond's, though and his constitution for it won't last as long as his stubbornness would like and he huffs a breath there through his nose before suctioning hard, throat flexing as he tries to draw himself back up, flushed and visibly annoyed. ]
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his hand drops away then, gripping his thigh blindly, squeezing and maybe in an effort to recover that misstep, to prove something to assuage his aching pride, he exhales and swallows him whole, drawing him deep into his throat, stopping only when his nose nestle against his navel. this isn't a particularly well traveled talent of bond's, though and his constitution for it won't last as long as his stubbornness would like and he huffs a breath there through his nose before suctioning hard, throat flexing as he tries to draw himself back up, flushed and visibly annoyed. ]
Mmn.