He grunted low in his throat at the attention, hips raising to help push the clothes off his hips except they stayed, his cock straining against his underwear despite the relief of his dark denim releasing him. His growls rumbled through his chest, until he grabbed Will's ass cheeks properly and pulled his hips back to his mouth, spreading the cheeks to push his kisses against the puckered entrance. Will's mouth moved on, teasing his balls and Abel made a sound close to a whine again, feeling dark red sensations rushing through him.
His hands squeezed Will's ass, his mouth following, mimicking the teasing swipes. He worked on sucking and licking until he felt the underwear finally come off, his cock freed from the confines of its prison but given no relief. Just one long, agonizing lick that traveled from the tip to his balls. He wanted something a lot heavier, a lot tighter to slide down his length aside from a mouth but there was just only so many things a man could do while in his state. His exasperated sigh was loud, even as he murmured to himself, "Você vai me matar...Cristo." His sharp inhale was automatic, even as he raised his hips and groaned.
The sensation of a mouth even attempting to take all of him in was a feat. His hands squeezed Will a little harder in concentration and Abel was back up on his elbows, licking generously at his friend's ass, taking it on himself to bury his face there and slide his tongue with each push inside that was allowed. Being high had a very acute bead on stimulation and though what Abel had taken would make take him a lot longer to reach any sort of peak, it didn't mean he wouldn't enjoy this attention as much as he was giving it. Will's mouth was inexperienced and somewhat sloppy but so long as he didn't try to bite too hard, Abel would leave him to it, enjoying it either way.
His own attentions clear, given that he allowed his legs to open more for Will, even as he felt a jolt shoot through him at the touch of carapacian fingers sliding, possibly unknowningly against one of his track marks. Those nasty little needle bruises that kissed his inner thigh a couple of times but not as much as the ones inside of his elbows. Abel tried to fight back the shudder that ran through him. As if anticipating another shot to be pushed into his bloodstream so his body could sing with the pleasure. It was less about being above the clouds now but the welcome stimulation that came from indulging in what he shouldn't have. Will's mouth was a welcome and inviting hole, just as much as his bottom. Abel was intent to penetrate both.
With each shaky breath that was puffed against length, Abel kneaded Will's behind and thrust his tongue inside, rimming the carapace with practiced ease but sloppy awareness. His intention was to get Will squirming, and normally pulling that out was a gift, but this was fast paced and nothing short of shameless ministrations. If Will didn't stop him now then Abel basically had permission to make a mess of his friend, his beard rubbed and scraped against the sensitive skin while he worked, pulling sounds from Abel as he deliberately moved his face against the cheeks whenever he pulled away or pushed forward to come back again. His hands massaged the shaking thighs, appreciating the black form, even as he slid his fingers under Will and fondled the side of the heated length.
His cock felt like it was straining, Abel knew his own was getting quite a nice repetition of care but Will's could only weep and the detective apologized for that. Silently sliding his fingers up and down the length until he took hold and stroked it firmly, his pace mimicking Will's, not that Abel was aware whether Will would notice it or not. They probably weren't going to be doing this much longer, not when there was so much to touch and so little room for anything else.
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