[It's a little awkward to stand like this, bending over to have his breath taken away by kisses. So he takes the natural conclusion and moves to fall to his knees in front of the man, letting Daan continue the onslaught. Every kiss makes the heat feel like it's burning through him, ready to dissolve him into nothing.]
Ha...Daan.... [His hands are desperate as anything, ripping open the man's shirt to let his fingers trace over his bare chest, sliding them down to his exposed hips. One hand moves to grip the hand already below, but he has other plans, his brain far too gone at this point as it sinks into lust and depravity and obsession. His voice breathes hoarse against the man's lips, biting down on his lower lip.] Would you like me to suck you off?
[Where else could a pretty cock like that go at the moment, besides the back of his throat?]
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Ha...Daan.... [His hands are desperate as anything, ripping open the man's shirt to let his fingers trace over his bare chest, sliding them down to his exposed hips. One hand moves to grip the hand already below, but he has other plans, his brain far too gone at this point as it sinks into lust and depravity and obsession. His voice breathes hoarse against the man's lips, biting down on his lower lip.] Would you like me to suck you off?
[Where else could a pretty cock like that go at the moment, besides the back of his throat?]