Vlad's pants were in a heap on the kitchen floor, and Thomas was making him squirm, gasping, while he finished undressing him entirely. For the moment, Vlad was unable to do anything but brace himself against the back of the counter and arch up shamelessly into the heated touch, a low moan escaping his mouth for every stroke.
When the shirt was unbuttoned, Vlad shrugged it off his shoulders and down around his wrists, opening his eyes to look up at the unfairly-clothed man with his irritating smirk who was tormenting him with strokes moving far too slowly. He tried to articulate, say something, even if it was to beg for more - but all he managed was a strangled version of Thomas' name.
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Vlad's pants were in a heap on the kitchen floor, and Thomas was making him squirm, gasping, while he finished undressing him entirely. For the moment, Vlad was unable to do anything but brace himself against the back of the counter and arch up shamelessly into the heated touch, a low moan escaping his mouth for every stroke.
When the shirt was unbuttoned, Vlad shrugged it off his shoulders and down around his wrists, opening his eyes to look up at the unfairly-clothed man with his irritating smirk who was tormenting him with strokes moving far too slowly. He tried to articulate, say something, even if it was to beg for more - but all he managed was a strangled version of Thomas' name.