[Just a tiny bit more hurried, but Hol's always been more the type to roll with the punches and let whoever he's with set the pace. Had he expected him to be this hurried? Nah. But it's whatever to him at this point. Admittedly, the dominance thing is cute and he could fight back against him in reality, but he's more doing it for show and letting him win.
The hip roll is what catches his breath in his throat, trying to push back against him only with a frustrated noise muffled against his mouth. So much for not being hurried.
God, none of that should be hot and yet he's focusing on his mouth before registering the words with a low huff.]
Don't give a fuck 'bout the pants under it, but lemme at least get the chaps off, those cost a pretty penny. [Says the man that is fumbling with his belt for far too long before he gets it off and is kicking his boots with the spurs off and managing to wiggle out of both pairs of pants. Of course he's not wearing any sort of underwear, why would he?
It's plenty obvious once he's revealed that he's almost entirely hard by this point, a shiver running along his spine as the air hits his cock.]
That... should do it. [There's still that ridiculous flap that he's kind of sitting on, but that's part of his shirt and he can't really be fucked to mess with the rest of his clothing right now. In fact, he's going to take the hold he had on Dimitri to pull him back for a kiss, not even bothering to play coy and make him have to get access to his mouth again.]
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The hip roll is what catches his breath in his throat, trying to push back against him only with a frustrated noise muffled against his mouth. So much for not being hurried.
God, none of that should be hot and yet he's focusing on his mouth before registering the words with a low huff.]
Don't give a fuck 'bout the pants under it, but lemme at least get the chaps off, those cost a pretty penny. [Says the man that is fumbling with his belt for far too long before he gets it off and is kicking his boots with the spurs off and managing to wiggle out of both pairs of pants. Of course he's not wearing any sort of underwear, why would he?
It's plenty obvious once he's revealed that he's almost entirely hard by this point, a shiver running along his spine as the air hits his cock.]
That... should do it. [There's still that ridiculous flap that he's kind of sitting on, but that's part of his shirt and he can't really be fucked to mess with the rest of his clothing right now. In fact, he's going to take the hold he had on Dimitri to pull him back for a kiss, not even bothering to play coy and make him have to get access to his mouth again.]