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Paul felt a fracture of arousal against his back as the ridges of the door dug into him. His mind betrays him and falls into a dizzying haze, letting the unrelenting wetness at his neck overtake. Paul keened as Robert continued his onslaught, mouth moving incrementally across the expanse. A patch would be deeply worried between teeth before licked and saturated then attacked again.
"Hah–R'bert..." Paul hissed between his tongue pushing through the gaps of his closed teeth. His mouth briefly gaping as Robert began rubbing his sides, softening his touch as it began to work closer to the small of Paul's back. Robert slotted a knee between his legs as he began sliding down the door. Although Robert's constant unwavering attention from the car to present, the softened state of the brain had slushed any immediate reactions.
Robert paused.
The knee touching the bow of Paul's crotch, similarly stalled.
Soft. Where Robert expected to feel Paul's hardened prick, was the pliable flesh of his flaccid cock.
Robert continued his ministrations, nudging his knee into Paul's crotch. Nothing. Paul began to phase out of his haze and became increasingly uncomfortable.
"Er..Sorry 'bout that–I haven't been able to y'know..." Paul let his crotch rest against Robert's knee, coming to stabilise himself with hand on Robert's shoulders.
The atmosphere of the hallway became dense. Paul sobered up in between the lack of affection and grew a bit timid. He leaned forward, balancing, and gave a chaste kiss to the corner of Robert's mouth. He looked into Robert's eyes, angling his face low as he became more embarrassed.
"Uhm, y'know...How about I do you 'nstead." Paul slid off Robert's knee and did a crude wanking motion. Robert chuckled, face becoming flustered and sheathed with adoration. Paul crowded himself further into the door, making space for wanking Robert. He reached for Robert's belt, hands quickly coating in a sheen of sweat as he fumbled around the clasp. Paul kept flicking his eyes up to Robert, feeling the flush crawl up his face when their eyes connected. He gently tugged the cotton of Robert's knickers, the thin fabric pulling taut at the hardness of his prick. The elastic came to rest tightly around the meat of his thighs, the red impressions matching the flushed colour of his cock.
Paul gripped the back of Robert's right thigh with his unoccupied hand, then with slow gentle, gentle motions he stroked. Paul bit his bottom lip in between his teeth, concentrating on trying to compensate for his lack of sexual affront. Trickling out of Robert's mouth came soft restrained groans, the polite tone imitating the poshness of his character. Spurred on, Paul began to jerk faster, his movements becoming careless as if he was personally rushing to a climax. Robert came to rest his thumbs gingerly on the bend of Paul's hips, occasionally hooking his fingers in the loops of his slacks to stabilise himself from the rocking of Paul's favour.
Like this, Robert could easily manoeuvre Paul around. He jostled him around, following the rocking motion set by Paul's jerking. Then, snaking his hand around, he cupped Paul's crotch. The same softness. Paul's features scrunched, the hand around his prick feeling foreign.
"Robert, you don't have'ta," Paul's hands stilled as Robert's nimble fingers dripped in expertise, slowly dragging and unfastening the clasps of Paul's slacks. Through the soft cotton, Robert nudged Paul's softened cock, dragging his thumb up the spine.
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