Markus whined when he could basically smell Bing walk past, waiting desperately for him to come back to him. He was more than happy when Bing sat down with him, happily straddling his hips.
“Don’t wanna wait..”, Markus whined, grinding against Bing, desperate little sounds leaving him. He didn’t want to have to move, he wanted to be pleasured right now. He didn’t much care about eventual stains he’d cause.
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