[ Bob didn't pay much attention in his English lessons at school, so while he vaguely remembers the poem, he couldn't volunteer William Blake's name.
He smiles against Rowan's cock all the same, small kisses turning into involved licks and then the inevitable wet heat of his mouth.
It escalates quickly, his tongue providing the perfect surface to glide a hard cock over, not stopping even as it nears the back of his throat. He lets it, relaxing his throat as much as he can in order to tease the man like he'd teased in return earlier. ]
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He smiles against Rowan's cock all the same, small kisses turning into involved licks and then the inevitable wet heat of his mouth.
It escalates quickly, his tongue providing the perfect surface to glide a hard cock over, not stopping even as it nears the back of his throat. He lets it, relaxing his throat as much as he can in order to tease the man like he'd teased in return earlier. ]