He glares up at Jean, actual anger touching his eyes. It's Jean's fucking fault he choked, isn't it? Jean is pushing him on purpose. Lately, he hasn't always risen to the bait when they're with the others, fully clothed and all of that. But here, more present in himself, he can find a better response than blankness.
He pulls a little against Jean pulling him, but he's not at all successful. Could he actually wrench his hands out of Jean's grip? Possibly, if he really fought. He's in no mood for that, though. All he's doing right now is pushing boundaries and fighting his own bullshit.
After that cursory resistance, though, he grudgingly lets Jean pull him up a little. At least he's caught his breath enough to go back to what he was doing, taking some of Jean's cock into his mouth again. He doesn't push as far forward, cognisant of how he might choke again if he rushes. He's impatient, though, as always, and picks up his pace again.
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He glares up at Jean, actual anger touching his eyes. It's Jean's fucking fault he choked, isn't it? Jean is pushing him on purpose. Lately, he hasn't always risen to the bait when they're with the others, fully clothed and all of that. But here, more present in himself, he can find a better response than blankness.
He pulls a little against Jean pulling him, but he's not at all successful. Could he actually wrench his hands out of Jean's grip? Possibly, if he really fought. He's in no mood for that, though. All he's doing right now is pushing boundaries and fighting his own bullshit.
After that cursory resistance, though, he grudgingly lets Jean pull him up a little. At least he's caught his breath enough to go back to what he was doing, taking some of Jean's cock into his mouth again. He doesn't push as far forward, cognisant of how he might choke again if he rushes. He's impatient, though, as always, and picks up his pace again.