“Ride me baby, you feel so fucking tight around me.”
@werepantherr || meme
sure, valentijn always felt a little flattered when people assumed he was a top and only a top. it was this little kind of alpha thing, he guessed, which was considered toxic nowadays and he didn’t like thinking about a lot, but it made it extra surprising when he was approached and not instantly pressed into that role. so of course that had given eoghan a few bonus points, and frankly -- valentijn didn’t regret it a moment. his shirt was hiked up, pushed over his head and clinging tightly across his shoulderblades, jeans discarded on the floor and the light blue boxerbriefs never having left his body at all. the other had simply reached and tore the back of them for easy access, ignoring valentijn’s half-hearted complaints about it. he could get new ones. ‘fuck,’ valentijn huffed under his breath, back turned to face eoghan so the other could watch it all happen in full glory. no doubt it was quite a mesmerizing sight: how he slid up and down the impressive shaft, the way the muscles in his back tightened when he arched his back, even the way valentijn leaned his head back to moan. he did as he was asked wonderfully, and a hand wrapped around his own rock-solid arousal to pump it, bring himself close to that sharp, sharp edge and then abandon it again for the sake of prolonging both their pleasure. hands slid to the back, fingers pressing into the lean flesh of his buttocks as if to spread them even if it didn’t make much of a difference, and from the corner of his eye he peeked at eoghan, the red flush on his cheeks looking very uncharacteristic for someone of val’s confidence. a vein showed on his temple, curling into his blond hair. ‘like that? fuck, i want you to cum inside me --’ a moan, a light squeeze. ‘fill me up, want to cum so bad, fuck --’
