[ Gold's eyes open briefly to meet his, and his hands stop what they are doing to open his trousers further and give himself a little more access. There is maintained contact still -- a lingering kiss over his abdomen, a reminder that more is coming as he settles between his legs.
There's a flicker of an instant where he thinks of the moment they met on the street. A misunderstanding giving way to two very unsatisfied egos, and this -- well this definitely isn't where either of them imagined winding up, he supposes. But it does give Gold one victory, in his eyes. Appearances did wind up deceiving, as they always do.
Another kiss, dipping suggestively lower, and then he is taking him in hand again, first one, then both, feeling and gently working every contour of his length and chasing away any flagging that might have occurred in their absence. When his lips appear there, followed by a lash of his tongue, it is without any real warning or preamble. ]
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There's a flicker of an instant where he thinks of the moment they met on the street. A misunderstanding giving way to two very unsatisfied egos, and this -- well this definitely isn't where either of them imagined winding up, he supposes. But it does give Gold one victory, in his eyes. Appearances did wind up deceiving, as they always do.
Another kiss, dipping suggestively lower, and then he is taking him in hand again, first one, then both, feeling and gently working every contour of his length and chasing away any flagging that might have occurred in their absence. When his lips appear there, followed by a lash of his tongue, it is without any real warning or preamble. ]