Oh god. Yeah. This was probably going to kill him. Ripley had to fight just to remember to keep standing when Graham's hand closed around his cock. Fuck, it felt nice. He flattened his feet as solidly to the floor of the shower as the slick, wet floor would allow and pushed back against Graham.
It was a bit startling how very okay he imagined he would be with letting Graham do exactly that. It wasn't like he had ever imagined himself getting fucked before. He might have entertained more than a few curious thoughts about men he'd found attractive before, but it had never gone down this road before. And right now his mind had just jumped to catch up and the thought was turning him on more.
This night was turning into a whole set of surprising new things and realizations, it seemed.
"Fuck." Okay, his mental coherency was quickly fleeing from his grasp again, so he retaliated the only way he could. His hands shifted in their slippery grip to grab a firmer purchase on Graham's hips, and with a tiny smirk between deep, almost shuddered breaths, he rocked back against the cock pressing against his skin, and forward into the hand around his own cock.
If Graham wanted to drive him insane he was working well on his way, but Ripley wasn't going down without dragging the Sheriff with him.
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Date: 2012-11-23 05:34 pm (UTC)It was a bit startling how very okay he imagined he would be with letting Graham do exactly that. It wasn't like he had ever imagined himself getting fucked before. He might have entertained more than a few curious thoughts about men he'd found attractive before, but it had never gone down this road before. And right now his mind had just jumped to catch up and the thought was turning him on more.
This night was turning into a whole set of surprising new things and realizations, it seemed.
"Fuck." Okay, his mental coherency was quickly fleeing from his grasp again, so he retaliated the only way he could. His hands shifted in their slippery grip to grab a firmer purchase on Graham's hips, and with a tiny smirk between deep, almost shuddered breaths, he rocked back against the cock pressing against his skin, and forward into the hand around his own cock.
If Graham wanted to drive him insane he was working well on his way, but Ripley wasn't going down without dragging the Sheriff with him.