What gravity and proximity suggest, Krauser gladly accepts. He breathes heavily watching Leon pulling loose his breeches, holding the back of his thigh as he adjusts his legs to stay upright. Impatient fingers tug at the fabric and pull away the flap. When Leon cradles his head and calls him a good boy, ice blue eyes roll upward to watch him, overflowing with a storm of feelings he's never been able to voice. Couldn't name if he tried.
The only man who's ever come close to understanding him, however, just might identify adoration in his gaze, his touch. The hot exhale over Leon's cock as he parts his lips and takes him in like he's been blessed. His tongue flattens to bathe him once, twice, then he's working him deeper into his mouth with every eager bob of his head.
Both hands slide their way up Leon's thighs to grip his ass, groping, handles for leverage as he sucks his cock. Krauser's no kinder to himself than Leon was, tugging his hips, encouraging him to treat him like a wet hole to fuck. He's a little out of practice, and the first throat-deep thrust makes him tense up, swallow, pull back with an ugly cough. He's smirking, though, guiding Leon's spit-soaked shaft to brush his scarred cheek while he catches his breath. While he slides two fingers into his mouth, puts on a show of sucking to soak them, too. Then his hand goes behind again, thick fingers teasing a circle around the pucker, working to slip in up to a knuckle.
He takes Leon back to his mouth in the meantime, straight down his throat, as though punishing himself for choking before. His nose brushes his groin, balls dragging at his chin, and he holds until his throat swallows thick around him, a near full-body shudder in its wake.
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The only man who's ever come close to understanding him, however, just might identify adoration in his gaze, his touch. The hot exhale over Leon's cock as he parts his lips and takes him in like he's been blessed. His tongue flattens to bathe him once, twice, then he's working him deeper into his mouth with every eager bob of his head.
Both hands slide their way up Leon's thighs to grip his ass, groping, handles for leverage as he sucks his cock. Krauser's no kinder to himself than Leon was, tugging his hips, encouraging him to treat him like a wet hole to fuck. He's a little out of practice, and the first throat-deep thrust makes him tense up, swallow, pull back with an ugly cough. He's smirking, though, guiding Leon's spit-soaked shaft to brush his scarred cheek while he catches his breath. While he slides two fingers into his mouth, puts on a show of sucking to soak them, too. Then his hand goes behind again, thick fingers teasing a circle around the pucker, working to slip in up to a knuckle.
He takes Leon back to his mouth in the meantime, straight down his throat, as though punishing himself for choking before. His nose brushes his groin, balls dragging at his chin, and he holds until his throat swallows thick around him, a near full-body shudder in its wake.