Kavinsky was right. This was payment. An exchange of goods and services. Technically, Ransom could still push and slow things down, keep things on his terms, but he wanted that damn car and he was willing to do what he had to do in order to get it.
Not that this was much of a chore.
"Sure, sure." K was starting to talk too much and that wasn't going to work. Something vague about pride could be said now. "Let's keep it strictly to moans or my name from here on out."
Ransom rocks back and then forward, tugging Kavinsky's hips back as he eases his way in. It's not slow, but not fast either, a steady push until he's in. With a heavy moan, he drops his knee back down, and presses his palm to the small of Kavinsky's back, angling his ass up and head down.
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he'll fucking assist, best line ever tbh
Not that this was much of a chore.
"Sure, sure." K was starting to talk too much and that wasn't going to work. Something vague about pride could be said now. "Let's keep it strictly to moans or my name from here on out."
Ransom rocks back and then forward, tugging Kavinsky's hips back as he eases his way in. It's not slow, but not fast either, a steady push until he's in. With a heavy moan, he drops his knee back down, and presses his palm to the small of Kavinsky's back, angling his ass up and head down.