Thread: DOMESTICITY

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The first press of Eoin's cock against the back of his throat made him nearly choke around it’s thickness, his eyes beginning to water with the threat of being unable to breath. Eoin's hand at the back of his head unwilling to allow him reprieve from the insistent, hard throat fucking his Lieutenant seemed desperate to give him. It took everything he had not to pull away. Montgomery thrilled at the sensation, a cold shiver rippling over him as he mentally willed himself to calm. The soft mantra of ‘open’ repeating at the back of his mind.

When the next hard trust pressed his tongue to bottom of his mouth, spit dribbled from between the seal around Eoin's cock escaping where it could down Monty’s chin and neck in slow rivets. Accompanied by the filthy, sloppy sound of him trying to swallow Eoin's cock.

Montgomery’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, his shoulders shaking as his lungs tightened inside his chest and his fingers clenched pressing nails wherever he could into Eoin. Tears began to form at the corners of his eyes with the strain of resisting the natural desire to pull away. Montgomery could feel his body stiffen with each endless second, his mind flipping on itself screaming 'yes, good' at the same time panic set in with a 'no, resist, fight'.

Eoin grit his teeth, as the muscles in his upper thighs began to tighten with each insistent thrust. He took in a ragged breath, his grip on Monty's head loosening a little to let the man breathe. His hand moved in the other man's hair, gripping and pulling as he pulled his cock away before snapping his hips up again.

"F-fuck" the words came out with a groan of insurmountable pleasure, his gaze riveted on Ambrose, unable to look away. Eoin didn't want to miss a moment of this, he wanted every small nuance burned in to his memory. Every thrust in to Monty's mouth, every scratch on his thighs, every sound burned in to his mind.

Ambrose's mouth was bringing him close to relief, a relief that he had never felt in all his years, a closure to the fear of being without the man he love for so very long. He was gasping now, coming so close to the edge. "M-monty..." it came out as a croak, as he tried to warn the other man how desperately close he was getting.