<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Jereil Doreit...!</span><br/>The sensation of what Jereil's lust-filled mind could only classify as a miniature cock rubbing against his own in such a way was so exotic that it alone caused a second, larger pearl to spill over the trail of the first, accompanied by a slowly released moan.  When Ed finally lifted and positioned himself, his body tensed, holding back every urge to turn feral.  The moist heat across his sensitive head caused his limbs to strain against his binds with the effort to control himself, and the tightness of the slowly descending orifice very nearly sent him over the edge.  He arched his back, rolling his head backward against his pillow with a hitched moan.  He continued soft, pleasured, strained noises over his ragged breathing, very much enjoying the challenge of holding back a climax.<br/><br/>Whore or not, Jereil wasn't hard to get off; with all that teasing and the sheer rarity of Edouard, himself, it wouldn't take much more.  His body was built for multiple goes in a short period of time, not stamina for a single bout.  The movement of Ed's hips had him crooning, not daring to move his own body lest he make things harder on himself.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><div align="center">tagging -- Edouard<br/>location -- his bedroom</div>