[ it takes only the press of a palm to lock the door behind him, but thomas needs two tries to find the panel, unwilling as he is to take his eyes off william for even just a second. he wants to commit it to memory, yes, the way william is leaning against the wall lazily, the grasp of fingers around the length of his cock, the intake of breath, the smile, but beyond that, he thinks he'd be unable to look away even if he wanted to, captivated.
with the door closed and, eventually, locked, thomas can let go of the tight leash he's held himself on, shoulders dropping, the thin cotton of the trousers doing nothing to hide the way his own cock jerks and fills out at the sight, at the noise. ]
You look -
[ good, is muffled by his shirt as he pulls it over his head in one motion, not bothering to fold it. ]
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with the door closed and, eventually, locked, thomas can let go of the tight leash he's held himself on, shoulders dropping, the thin cotton of the trousers doing nothing to hide the way his own cock jerks and fills out at the sight, at the noise. ]
You look -
[ good, is muffled by his shirt as he pulls it over his head in one motion, not bothering to fold it. ]