<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Jereil Doreit...!</span><br/>Jereil groaned as Ed's walls began to tighten, his thrusts becoming more feral and desperate as he teased his own peak for the second time.  All he could think of was the sensation around his cock: the slick, tight warmth, the pounding of flesh, and the subtle, occasional brush of Edouard's fingertips against his abdomen as their hips collided and Ed rubbed.  As nails claws at his skin, he arched his back, stretching his chin and stomach to offer a full canvas to work with; he even offered a pleasured, encouraging moan to accompany it.<br/><br/>It was all too good.  His loins ached, threatening lovely bruises to mark his actions, which would likely leaving him walking funny -- yet proudly -- for a good while later.  The pressure on his cock was a little painful, but pleasant, making Jereil grunt and breath through his teeth.  He held on tight to his release, yearning for Ed's before he'd let go.  When he finally felt Ed's orgasm, he nearly cried out a relieved, hitched moan, his body largely relaxing, aside from his last few thrusts.  He came in small amounts, just as the first, riding it out before simply collapsing, panting with heavy exhaustion.<br/><br/>He chuckled breathlessly, after a few moments, gazing at Ed with lidded eyes.  His exhales occasionaly carried a small moan, thanks to the pleasure that still washed through him.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><div align="center">tagging -- Edouard<br/>location -- his bedroom</div>