[It goes against what Gren expects, but he finds that he likes the way that Wade becomes putty in his hands. He's weirdly docile for such a brick shithouse of a man, just sort of letting Gren do whatever he wants to him. He knows that Wade's strong, strong enough to be a match for him, and all he does is sigh into his kisses and give him permission for anything.]
[There's a lot that he wants to do. It's been a long time since he's had someone to mess around with, longer still since they've been so very accommodating.]
I'll take real good care of you.
[He pulls back a little, and usually he wouldn't describe himself as thirsty for cock, but goddamn if he doesn't want to shove this man's cock down his throat. It's been a while, don't judge him for his mighty thirst.]
[There's one issue, though, that sort of comes to him while he's getting his hand back out of Wade's ridiculously tight pants. See, Wade's all sorts of tall, and while Gren admittedly finds his brick shithouse build attractive as all hell, he's nearly a head taller than him. And since Gren's mostly composed of leg, he can already kind of tell that if he kneels down, his mouth is going to be nowhere near Wade's dick, not unless he's way better endowed than he seems. And if that's the case-- no thank you. He's all about big dicks, he likes big dicks and he cannot lie, but there's a fine line between acceptable amounts of big dick and Destroyer of Anuses.]
[The point is, he can't suck Wade off right here. As nice as it would be to just pull down Wade's pants and go to town, there are logistics to think of. Sexy logistics. He fists his hand into Wade's shirt and starts to pull him towards the living room and the couch.]
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[There's a lot that he wants to do. It's been a long time since he's had someone to mess around with, longer still since they've been so very accommodating.]
I'll take real good care of you.
[He pulls back a little, and usually he wouldn't describe himself as thirsty for cock, but goddamn if he doesn't want to shove this man's cock down his throat. It's been a while, don't judge him for his mighty thirst.]
[There's one issue, though, that sort of comes to him while he's getting his hand back out of Wade's ridiculously tight pants. See, Wade's all sorts of tall, and while Gren admittedly finds his brick shithouse build attractive as all hell, he's nearly a head taller than him. And since Gren's mostly composed of leg, he can already kind of tell that if he kneels down, his mouth is going to be nowhere near Wade's dick, not unless he's way better endowed than he seems. And if that's the case-- no thank you. He's all about big dicks, he likes big dicks and he cannot lie, but there's a fine line between acceptable amounts of big dick and Destroyer of Anuses.]
[The point is, he can't suck Wade off right here. As nice as it would be to just pull down Wade's pants and go to town, there are logistics to think of. Sexy logistics. He fists his hand into Wade's shirt and starts to pull him towards the living room and the couch.]
Sit down, big boy.