April 28th xxxy
EAR, CHEEK, NECK, SHOULDER. There's nowhere Kamil hasn't kissed but his lips is partial to Precious lips to his nipple, smiling to himself at how cross-eyed Precious is from his orgasm.
Pulling Precious closer, Kamil hoists a legs over his hip, skin soft and slippery from sweat. Soft, slippery and pliant, breathlessly sighing as Kamil kisses him everywhere.
My lovely. So beautiful, so fucking cute. Planting playful hickeys all over Precious as if the ones on him isn't enough or faded, Kamil is proud that he's the only one that can make Precious loopy like this.
Snuggling to his neck, Kamil murmurs. "If I could keep you in my pocket, I would. I'll pat you down to make sure you're always there."
Precious snorts. "Surely I can come up for air once in a while?"
"If you're that close to my cock, you won't need air."
