Alright, alright - you wanna do this dirty and from behind or what?
[Because believe it or not, he's taken to stashing lube out here, and he reaches overhead while kissing Iggy to blindly find it. Right next to the hand held shears and the citronella candles, perfect.]
[Julian takes a moment to brush Iggy's hair away from the shell of his ear, kissing it, then down his neck in what's almost a little too affectionate. But he doesn't linger in that long, he's putting the slick tip of his cock to Iggy's hole, pressing in, deep and fast. He wants it rough, and Julian is happy to deliver, with the piston of his hips in rolling motions.]
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[He gasps in between kisses, moving away just enough to let Julian undress him. Whining, he tugs at Julian's fly.]
I look cute in that.
God, please, please. Now. Just... fuck me now, Julian. I need it.
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[Because believe it or not, he's taken to stashing lube out here, and he reaches overhead while kissing Iggy to blindly find it. Right next to the hand held shears and the citronella candles, perfect.]
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[He's already turning around so he can plant his elbows on the worktable, pants around his ankles, legs as wide as that permits.
If anyone ever saw him like this, begging to get dicked down by the gardener or whatever... he'd never recover from the embarrassment.]
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[Julian takes a moment to brush Iggy's hair away from the shell of his ear, kissing it, then down his neck in what's almost a little too affectionate. But he doesn't linger in that long, he's putting the slick tip of his cock to Iggy's hole, pressing in, deep and fast. He wants it rough, and Julian is happy to deliver, with the piston of his hips in rolling motions.]
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[Without an ounce of shame, Iggy rocks back. The rhythm he seeks is hard and fast, and he takes hold of his own dick and jerks it in the same fashion.
This isn't going to be leisurely.]