[Julian's arms feel a little weird in the aftermath, and he gingerly rubs his shoulder before doing the same to his wrist - crooked, post-nut smile still on his face.]
Thank you, Iggy.
[Said with a brow pop in the middle.]
So now what am I gonna do for you? You can't live off of IOUs, y'know.
[Julian snorts, but he's not one to say no to this at all - moving forward with a burst of energy, looking to knock Iggy down onto his back with a playful but forceful throw of his body at him. He kisses him with the vigor of a man who is determined to get hard ASAP; and one whose hands run over shiny patent leather of his thong with an enamored touch.]
[Iggy is more than happy with this turn of events. It's fun to be in control, but part of Julian's appeal is the rough edges. He kisses back and lifts his hips to grind his hardening dick against Julian's hand.]
Careful, this thing doesn't feel like it's got a lotta give.
[Said with a laugh against Iggy's lips, as he feels him through that kinky little thong. His fingers eventually slide up Iggy's hip, to try and start peeling it down blindly. Let him rescue you, Ignatius.]
[He's grinning, hand up and around Iggy's cock the second it's free from its shiny prison. He pumps him, thumb toying against the head for a moment as he attacks Iggy's throat again with nips, kisses and a few hickeys.]
You look good in stuff like that. Even better naked, though.
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[He sighs and nuzzles Julian's neck before he moves to unstrap the restraints. That done he sits prettily on the bed and smiles.]
Say, thank you, Iggy.'
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Thank you, Iggy.
[Said with a brow pop in the middle.]
So now what am I gonna do for you? You can't live off of IOUs, y'know.
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[He crooks a finger at him.] Kiss me. Let's see how fast you get hard again.
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[Said with a laugh against Iggy's lips, as he feels him through that kinky little thong. His fingers eventually slide up Iggy's hip, to try and start peeling it down blindly. Let him rescue you, Ignatius.]
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[Squirming, worming, until the pesky thing is slipping down his thighs. His dick is wet and hard.]
Touch me.
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[He's grinning, hand up and around Iggy's cock the second it's free from its shiny prison. He pumps him, thumb toying against the head for a moment as he attacks Iggy's throat again with nips, kisses and a few hickeys.]
You look good in stuff like that. Even better naked, though.
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[Not even compelled by ego - he just knows he's hot. Iggy squirms a little more, getting a handful of Julian's hair and tugging it lightly.]
Oh. Yeah, that's good. Stroke me like you do yourself.