Sweet Jesus there's possibly nothing quite as sexy as Dominic putting his foot down. Wesley lets out a shaky breath as his mouth softens and eyes go hazy with pleasure. Wesley's prone to fight it, to demand and nudge and tease until he gets what he thinks he deserves. But for reasons unknown to both of them, he just gives in this time.
His exhale is a shudder and the way he wraps his free hand around Dominic's neck is positively yielding.
"Alright," he says and it's definitely more than just 'alright'. Giving away the right to decide when he gets fucked and how he gets fucked is not just him throwing caution to the wind, but actually trusting Dominic to do right by him.
He twists his wrist around and tries to stroke Dominic in time with his fingers moving inside Wesley. He bites his lip and turns his face up, but instead of kissing Dominic, he merely breathes onto his lips.
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His exhale is a shudder and the way he wraps his free hand around Dominic's neck is positively yielding.
"Alright," he says and it's definitely more than just 'alright'. Giving away the right to decide when he gets fucked and how he gets fucked is not just him throwing caution to the wind, but actually trusting Dominic to do right by him.
He twists his wrist around and tries to stroke Dominic in time with his fingers moving inside Wesley. He bites his lip and turns his face up, but instead of kissing Dominic, he merely breathes onto his lips.
"F-fuck, you're so god damn hot."