[ Nyx laughs against Cor's mouth at the old man line, indeed wrapping his legs tightly around Cor's waist, and gripping his shoulders with his hands. He's deposited on the bed, and while he lets his legs relax he keeps his hold on Cor's shoulders, tilting his head up into the kiss as he arches his body up towards Cor's hands. ]
You promised me rapture, you can't use age as an excuse if you don't deliver.
[ His words are breathless, though, with the way those hands are teasing against the hem of his pants and his cock. He drags a hand up through Cor's short hair, letting his nails tease against his scalp, before he drops his other hand from his shoulder. He could move to undo his own jeans - instead, he reaches between them to cup Cor's cock through his pants, not teasing as he curls his fingers against the shape of his dick. ]
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You promised me rapture, you can't use age as an excuse if you don't deliver.
[ His words are breathless, though, with the way those hands are teasing against the hem of his pants and his cock. He drags a hand up through Cor's short hair, letting his nails tease against his scalp, before he drops his other hand from his shoulder. He could move to undo his own jeans - instead, he reaches between them to cup Cor's cock through his pants, not teasing as he curls his fingers against the shape of his dick. ]