Moments like this was when it felt like he'd never been a slave. The scars on his body disappeared, and again Hadley was young and careless, doing whatever he wished no matter the consequences. His mind was flooded with pleasure as he thrusted wildly, doing his best to try and hit the sweet spot again. He only managed a couple more times, with the male still new to him, and the sweet spot difficult to reach. The hoarse cry of pleasure was all Hadley needed to hear to keep him going strong, pumping as hard as he could.
Hadley didn't know why his partner's throat was so harsh, just that it was almost worrisome the way that it was. If Hadley could fix the throat, make Dhiate able to talk and cry out without hurting himself, he would grant that. Another wave of pleasure rippled through him though, and the thought was lost as he continued to move. The feel of the male's breath rushing out beneath him was good to feel, accentuating his movements. Hadley panted, licking Dhiate's scruff once before picking up his pace, moving faster.
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