[ It's as good an answer as any, and that's what Larus takes it as, working him over at a decent pace so that he's hard in his fist. It doesn't take much, and he wonders if it has anything to do with how ready he'd been to stay between his knees and continue blowing him. But there's only so much room to think, and he can't afford to consider that right now, hissing under his breath as the pressure of Jericho's mouth at his throat. There's no way he's going to be able to hide that considering where it is, so it means returning the favor in kind, and he shifts, bracing a foot against the floor of the truck so there's enough space between them he can pop the button on Jericho's jeans and drag the fly down. ]
I'm not going to fuck you in here. [ Straightforward -- because he doesn't have anything besides a few condoms in his wallet and because there's no room to really spread him out -- and Larus pushes Jericho away from him to get him on his back, mouth trailing down his throat and over his chest. He hikes his shirt up, licking a path to his navel, and there's a careful nip to his hip before his mouth is replacing his hand around his cock, taking up the endeavor Jericho had tried to accomplish while he'd been driving.
It hasn't been so long that he's unpracticed, breathing slow as he sucks him down and grips his hips to keep them in place. Maybe it's just something to take the edge off, something to keep him a little more pliant and a lot less weird, but he pushes all of that out to focus on the heat of him in his mouth, the taste and how he hums quietly to encourage him to get his hands back in his hair to show him exactly what he likes. It should only take a few minutes if he hurries, dragging his tongue over the head to both breathe and speak after a moment. ] Unless you really want me to. [ And if he somehow has any lube on him; he's that considerate at least. ]
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I'm not going to fuck you in here. [ Straightforward -- because he doesn't have anything besides a few condoms in his wallet and because there's no room to really spread him out -- and Larus pushes Jericho away from him to get him on his back, mouth trailing down his throat and over his chest. He hikes his shirt up, licking a path to his navel, and there's a careful nip to his hip before his mouth is replacing his hand around his cock, taking up the endeavor Jericho had tried to accomplish while he'd been driving.
It hasn't been so long that he's unpracticed, breathing slow as he sucks him down and grips his hips to keep them in place. Maybe it's just something to take the edge off, something to keep him a little more pliant and a lot less weird, but he pushes all of that out to focus on the heat of him in his mouth, the taste and how he hums quietly to encourage him to get his hands back in his hair to show him exactly what he likes. It should only take a few minutes if he hurries, dragging his tongue over the head to both breathe and speak after a moment. ] Unless you really want me to. [ And if he somehow has any lube on him; he's that considerate at least. ]