[It is a bit jarring that Robert didn't make it all the way around the roughly-circular glans' perimeter, but the copious ejaculation proves enough of a distraction. Robert closes his eyes (even though his glasses are in the way and thus nothing is actually going to hit his eyes) and strokes Don slowly as he rides out his orgasm, covering the shaft with little wet kisses as he does.
Eventually he pulls away a little, hands and face silvery with liquid, and blinks shyly up at his lover.]
...
W-Well... th-that was c-certainly... i-intense...
[He does not look at all opposed to repeating it, though his own body is, of course, hungry for attention as well.]
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Eventually he pulls away a little, hands and face silvery with liquid, and blinks shyly up at his lover.]
...
W-Well... th-that was c-certainly... i-intense...
[He does not look at all opposed to repeating it, though his own body is, of course, hungry for attention as well.]