[Friday's direction gets Jewel to glance up from his spot between the other man's legs. Another little hum, letting the vibrations roll over him gently before pressing that finger in. Despite Friday's words, he's still quite cautious when he does so, but that finger disappears inside him up to the knuckle waiting for a moment before starting to work it in and out, building a rhythm]
[ The dual stimulation is rapidly eroding what is left of his self-control, if there is any left, as he struggles to keep rocking into Jewel's mouth while riding the building wave of pleasure until it finally crests too high. His grip turns to frantic tugging so Jewel doesn't choke as he panics. ]
Jewel, your– mouth– going to–!
[ The words barely leave his mouth in time before he's coming, back arched, eyes screwed shut, lips open in a soft, guttural cry. ]
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Jewel, your– mouth– going to–!
[ The words barely leave his mouth in time before he's coming, back arched, eyes screwed shut, lips open in a soft, guttural cry. ]