<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4e/SaerraChristoph.jpg)<br/><strong>Name:</strong> Christoph le Croix (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6381987#msg6381987)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> The Dirty Secret - the captain’s cabin...!<br/><strong>Languages:</strong> English, French<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lucas.</div><br/>The whore’s skill with his mouth had pushed Chris too far, he could barely keep thrusting for fear of climaxing. Now that he was inside the pretty piece of ass, he wanted it to last just a bit longer than his body wanted it to. He clenched his jaws so tightly shut he could feel pain in his teeth. Good, it helped him draw attention. He couldn’t, however, quite slow down his pace and a pause was out of the question; it didn’t even dawn on him to stop and take a breather.<br/>That Lucas was pleading for more and writing under him in nothing but delight wasn’t ignored. It didn’t help the predicament he was in. He was so hot, so tight, so fucking damn fine Chris knew he’d not be able to keep this up for more than a few of his pounding heartbeats.<br/>And thus, not even minutes after he roughly inserted himself into the inviting depths of the young whore, he craned his head back, crushing his eyes closed and surrendered to a wave of heat washing over him and wiping his mind for moments while he growled to the ceiling and filled Lucas with more than but cock.<br/><br/>When done, he didn’t pull out and away, but draped himself over the boy and bit into the soft meat where his neck met his shoulder, then whispered, somewhat hoarse, against Lucas’ ear<strong>“Don’t you think you’re done, boy...”</strong><br/>He’d just needed to catch his breath. Asides this, Lucas felt warm and soft, undeniably comfortable to lay upon. That he, himself, was quite a dead weight on the whore was not of his concern.