Njørn Falk

The just kept face-fucking Njorn. No matter how fast or rough he was going, he just couldn't stop, nor did he want to. It was look on Njorn's, the sounds Njorn was making, the way the hybrid's entire cock kept disappearing into his mouth over and over again, the way it felt, the drool leaking from his mouth, the maintained eye contact...it all encouraged Theo to not stop. In fact, the roughness picked up more and more alongside the quickness that soon enough he was practically ramming and slamming into his face with every thrust. "Yeah, that's it... Fuck, you've got such the perfect mouth! I can't wait to make out with you again after this!" He growled out. For now though, it was just face-fucking time until he reached orgasm, which was definitely fast approaching as his own cock started producing precum into Njorn mouth.

Njørn didn't know how long he could do this, especially once Theo went even harder, even faster. The hue became darker, going from pink to red, his eyes burned even more. He knew for sure that he was going to probably lose his voice again. The gag and choke sounds were loud. However, he stood strong anyway because all of that was worth seeing Theo like this. Theo was losing it. He was being so rough. It fed his messed up ways from the Donatti family, his submissive side because of that family. But it also it brough him so much pleasure. He was enjoying the blurry sight, the sounds Theo was making, the taste of his pre-cum. All of it make his cock throbbed. Last time he came and he had no doubts he could get there again, if not close.

“Perspective as in the truth?” He asked teasingly after happily receiving the peck. Once he felt Njorn push his cock back inside him, Theo let out his own satisfied groan. Before he could say anything, the next kiss came and Theo immediately didn’t care to say what he was intending on saying. Instead the hybrid kissed back while letting out a muffled sound of approval to having the other male’s arms around him, as well as the feeling his his back pressed against his chest, loving the closeness. Once the make out ended, Theo smile grew as he listened and received more kisses. “So what you saying that you’re powerless to refuse me?” He asked against Njorn’s lips before kissing him back. Theo also reached behind for the back of Njorn’s head to make him keep his lips on his own.

Njøn chuckled instead of giving him a response. He couldn't get enough of this man. He was so warm and fun. So sexual, so hot, so gorgeous. He was too much. There was never a boring moment with him. He did reply to his second question however. "I think...it has been proven that you are a lovely poison I have no antidote to." He said barely as a whisper. Their lips met again and he felt his weak cock throb. Yeah, he was going to stay hard for a while. He squeezed him rather so gently as he caressed Theo's tongue. He then pressed his face into his neck. "But perhaps a wager will make you stop playing with my weakness. If...we sleep." He inhaled his scent. "I'll wake you up by sucking your cock...and I know how you can't resist my mouth now. You are powerless to it." He teased.