Tears of frustration trickled down Anel's cheeks as he strained against the rope that bound him in such an open position. His jaw ached terribly from the gag, low groans of desperate desire passing through it as small strands of saliva trickled down his chin. His need was clear in even the slightest twitch of his body, a thin sheen of sweat causing his body to glisten beneath Gareth and as the sinful tongue ran over his length, the blond bucked his hips upward as much as he could manage, a dribble of precum oozing from the tip.<br/><br/>"Mmmn! Nngh!" He tried to speak but of course, all that came out were loud moans and as the man moved to hover over him, their bodies barely millimetres apart, Anel tried to arch upwards towards him only to find his efforts easily deflected. How else could he convey his need!? His body throbbed with an overwhelming desire, his hips twisting against their bonds; desperate for relief.<br/><br/>Anel's eyes shone with beautiful agony as he struggled to think of another way to tell Gareth that he wanted - needed the final touch, needed to find the pinnacle of pleasure that at that moment, only he could give... 'Please... Please, God, let him fuck me already!' His eyes rolled shut as he panted heavily through his nose, tremors coursing through his body as he forced himself not to arch upwards; even through the blinding need, he knew who was in charge. Gareth had made it painfully clear.