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38 Lap of Bear

Standing tight to the armchair, Phiravich makes both members align themselves in a grip of their hand.

Rathavit strives to overcome shyness and, in fact, enjoys the feeling of having them so together. Like sharing something important. With the other hand, the taller pulls the waist and moves by sitting on the armchair.

-Come. Sit.

-What's that? Can't we just stand up?

-Yeah, we can. But that's better.

Rathavit's not too convinced.

-No touching where the other doesn't want to. I promised, didn't I? Come. Sit here, Sir.

Phiravich doesn't even expect the answer. With Dexterity he holds the length of the boy and induces him to sit with open legs on his lap. Rathavit visibly does not feel in his best condition. Despite the immense curiosity. Especially when the other one handles his dick that way. So at this moment who commands the actions of Rathavit Kijworalak is not himself and yes, the friend in the middle of his legs attentive and anxious for what the guy sitting there intends to do.

Without the slightest practice, Rathavit seeks a comfortable position. Which is not so hard. Phiravich has a wide hip when his legs are ajar. And his thighs aren't bad either. He cheats because he's tall and thin-legged.

"They look like pillows... "

He analyzes.

-Can I straighten your thighs?

-Whatcha doing?

Rathavit exclaims frightened.

"This guy was reading my mind? What the fuck is that?"

-All right. You don't have to be offended.

Phiravich mumbles.

-that would help me so much. They attract me so much...

"What a hell of a boy! Why does he have to has such a cute voice and those little eyes that vanish into the eyelids"

Rathavit can't handle the dog tone that calls for shelter.

-Chai! You can straighten up, but don't play the funny smart.

Phiravich smiles happier satisfied. If it wasn't for the content of his request, someone could say he's just a kid ordering sweet popcorn on the playground.

Rathavit is surprised when the hands smooth their thighs starting at the knees and climbing. Leaving generous grips. Rathavit's thighs are bigger and the way he presses them against the other's hips, triage the size. He's feeling a warm-up about it. Even more than the already explicit boner, he feels his thighs boiling every open. The boy gradually tightens the meat of the other on his lap. With every squeeze, his hands try to close up involving the entire thigh. Which is not working. They're a farts...

-Hot thighs. God damn it. What hot thighs you have.

Rathavit changes his impression. There's nothing childish about that tightener. His voice had just lost his tone and now changed to another completely obscene.

And how does he just say something like that without a previous announcement?

Rathavit feels tortured by so much feeling desired. All he desperately wants right now is to feel that bastard's mouth on his dick. Just the memory resume his mind, which a sigh escapes. He is so eager to be touched and to groan like last time, that without even realizing it, is sighing in a mixture of pain and pleasure.