Summary: Corbyn has two favorite seats; Jack's lap and his face
Corbyn's POV
The thick, wet muscle dragged across every fleshy crease and curve. Tracing the ridges of his inner most cave.
Corbyn's head hung, drool running down his tongue, dripping off the tip and onto Jack's exposed chest. Where is made a shallow, slow stream flowing through the valleys between firm abs.
His lover's short, choppy breaths ghosting over the soft, sensitive skin between plump cheeks.
Corbyn's numb body barely registered his taps, rising his hips and allowing oxygen to fill his boyfriend's lungs.
Gentle hands held his waist, keeping him close to dip his tip in. Tracing the rim slowly, teasing the tight pink ring.
Corbyn moaned deep in the back of his throat, shaky arms holding him above the smaller boy.
The younger tugged gently at him, face nestling right between round, pale hills.
The pink snake returned to its cave, where it could easily spend an hour discovering each intricate detail.
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What If?// WDW BxB: Corbyn-Shots
RomanceFrom high school drama to jealousy With a bit of angst sprinkled in for variety A few smutty chapters every now and again Not to mention stories of true best friends With fluff to spare and most shots Corbyn centered If you're okay with a little ga...
