C Taboo Amore [Closed with C.Wolf]

[Sam260]

Aryin followed after Larry through the secret passageway, that even he knew nothing about despite literally growing up in this home and exploring every nook and cranny; although it made some sort of sense for his father to have a direct route to his cellar... Once they were in the hallway, Aryin started leading the way toward his old bedroom, which he sometimes still used on occasion.

Stumbling along the way, and generally causing a loud commotion; although no one would hear it as the party was still in full-swing downstairs in the garden... Aryin finally fumbled open the correct door, and he pushed open the double wide white doors to reveal his old bedroom.  Crisp white walls and navy blue walls were divided by a black chair rail; the bed was a king-size with navy and gold bed accessories while the drapes were black-out black - it looked very much like a teenagers bedroom, still adorn with heavy metal band posters and various sports trophies on the shelving unit.

The bedroom looked like a master bedroom - but then again, so did all of the other bedrooms on this floor.  It came with its own attached bathroom as well; with a garden tub and a shadow-box styled shower with dual shower heads and jets all around the back wall for maximum and optimal spraying advantages.

There was a desk in one corner, right next to a very large bookshelf that contained a thousand books, movies, and pictures of Aryin and his sister Sarah as the duo grew up.  On the desk, however, there was something that looked relatively new - well, in that it was a wrapped gift, but it had not been opened; there was a layer of dust on top of it and a card sticking out from underneath the ribbon; if further inspected, it would clearly be written 'For my beloved son, on his eighth birthday - Love, Mom'.

Aryin kicked off his sneakers and stretched out his back muscles, unbuttoning just a few of the buttons on his shirt - exposing his well defined and beautifully tanned chest - "Well... This is it, the prince's palace inside the palace..."

[Klayko]

It was a good thing the partying was taking place downstairs. Larry had to make sure none of the porcelain that decorated was harmed in the making of their travels to the mysterious room. That in itself failed to disappoint; the room was rather glorious. At most, Larry had only glimpsed through catalogs of luxurious living. Now, the twenty-one year old had a chance to experience better if only it were just a moment.

“Here I thought you’d feel embarrassed at having to stay the night,” he said, teasing Aryin given that the boss’s son said before it would a bit embarrassing if he had to stay there. “I think this is better than dark thoughts of offing you, huh?”

His bowtie loosened with his shirt and his belt was undone. His shoes were lazily dropped, prompting him to fall on the bed, which made him chuckle loudly.

“I dunno. I think the prince has his own mansion.” Another joke, of course. Larry was given a chance to glimpse Aryin’s frame a bit better with their clothing loosened and their bodies a bit closer. “This isn’t bad though.”

He ran a hand across Aryin’s chest a bit. “So, how does this work, exactly?”

Larry was just making it even more clear just how green he was to this situation. He did not want Aryin to feel uncomfortable though. Although drunk, he was quite aware and that meant if something happened, he would take responsibillty. With intoxicated eyes, he smiled a bit before looking Aryin in his eyes with his own soft brown set of irises.

[Sam260]

"Embarrassed, yeah... If people knew I were actually here... and drunk." Aryin said as he started unbuttoning the rest of the buttons on his shirt methodically; he slowly peeled the thin layer of fabric off of his body, revealing a broad chest, that tapered down to a thin, lean waist which boasted a perfectly worked-out six pack.  The muscles on his arms were bulging slightly, but not that big - although you likely wouldn't be able to wrap a single hand around them; on his right upper arm there was a highly detailed tattoo of Jesus on The Cross with Rosary beads wrapping around Jesus' legs and dangling from his feet - Sure sign of Aryin's Catholic upbringing - it also a common tattoo that a lot of higher-up members of the Ancelotti Family have on their arms.

Aryin hung up the shirt he had been wearing on the back of his old childhood desk chair and turned back to where Larry was - only to see the younger man now sprawled out on his large bed; that in itself was a dream and only made his erection that much more noticeable, practically trying to escape the confines of Aryin's jean through the zipper.

"Maybe one day, you can see the Prince's true mansion... but, for now you get the Villa in the hills." Aryin said as he stepped closer to where Larry was on his bed, standing between the younger man's spread kneecaps that were dangling over the edge of the bed.  Aryin was definitely looking his fill now, drinking in the sight of the drunken Foot Soldier.

Aryin had sobered considerably now, being in his childhood bedroom, he was still greatly feeling the effects of the alcohol, but his arousal was much more prominent and it showed, not only in his tightened jeans, but in his dilated green eyes and the way he was constantly licking his lips - as if he were a dog, hungry for a big juicy steak; and that steak just so happened to be Larry, lying on the bed, as he was.

Aryin grasped onto Larry's belt ends and tugged the younger man close to him, right against his chest - which was warm and hard with muscle - "However you want this to work, Larry... We will take it as slow as you want, or as fast as you want." Aryin whispered, slowly trailing his fingers up Larry's chest, unbuttoning the buttons of his shirt as he went along "You're the boss, tonight."

[Klayko]

Aryin was stunning. The male looked incredibly attractive if Larry was to be honest. While there wasn’t a simple tattoo of thick rings that formed around his arms near the elbow like Larry’s, Aryin did sport one that he had only seen higher ups and even Romeo himself wear. That made sense, given he was before the Don’s son after all. If not seeing Aryin shirtless wasn’t impressive, the bulge he sported before had only seemed to get rather larger, almost begging to be let out the jeans.

“Only...if you’re the Prince himself,” he stated as their bodies had finally drawn close.

He willingly let his shirt come undone by Aryin. While it probably wasn’t as smooth as the Boss’s son given Larry sported body hair albeit maintained, his physique was still impressive. He looked at Aryin, Larry’s hands casually undoing the officer’s pants to give him the much deserved freedom he was desperately wanting.

“I uh,” he said a little nervous. “Let’s uh take it a little slow, maybe?”

Larry looked directly at Aryin’s face. With his own hand, he brought it forth to rub Aryin’s chin, but despite his masculine appearance, the grasp was gentle. Larry pulled Aryin’s face closer into a kiss. It was not too long nor too short as his luscious and succulent red lips kissed Aryin rather passionately. Now, Larry had found himself getting rather rock hard as he loosened his own pants some more after finally tossing his own shirt down on the floor.

[Sam260]

"I... I am the Prince to this castle..." Aryin whispered, his voice thickening and deepening with arousal as the seconds went by - his erection was insistent and pressing hard into Larry's stomach; pulsing and twitching mercilessly.

Aryin watched Larry's hands as they traveled his body slowly, and breathed a sigh of relief when his own pants were undone by Larry's hands - he was going commando underneath; which explained his earlier discomfort, the fabric rubbing raw at his sensitive flesh.  Now his erection was curving upward slightly toward his stomach, still pressing against Larry's body with its own demanding needs. Aryin wiggled his hips a little bit and the jeans suddenly slipped from his legs, pooling at his feet - he stepped out of them and carelessly kicked them backward.

"As slow as you need... I won't rush you into anything you're not ready for..." Aryin was still being quiet; perhaps a fear of someone hearing them?  Although that would likely be impossible, due to the loud music still playing in the background of the wedding party - Well past the ordinance of sound for their area, but no cops - except Aryin - ever came to Ancelotti Headquarters, unless on a raid, and there would be no such thing tonight.

Aryin gently cupped Larry's cheek with his palm, kissing the younger man back with equal amounts of passion shown to him; his other hand was lightly moving up and down Larry's side - lightly teasing and tickling along the way.  He let his tongue slip out and wiggle at the seam of Larry's own lips, requesting entrance to enjoy and explore the cavernous depths of Larry's mouth.

[Klayko]

“That you are.”

In a way, Aryin was right. He was technically a form of royalty. Was that why Larry found himself attracted to him, maybe just a little? The Italian male was probably just going to celebrate with his little kitchen family and retire back at his small, but decently cozy apartment otherwise. Here, he was getting a chance to try something better his parents might have told him to wait out on until he was around that “right one.”

Glancing down, he could see Aryin’s sex organ proudly poking up against his stomach. Larry knew Aryin had a deep need. He just worried if he was good enough to fulfill it and scared a little at trying something so new. Still, he didn’t want to pull away. As Aryin’s legs adjusted, so did Larry’s. His legs were crunched ever slightly and partially wrapped around Aryin’s waist as Larry’s dark pants came trailing down his solid framed hairy legs and with his socks, they all fell to the floor eventually. There he was, now clad in nothing more than his boxers and the Ancelotti watch. The accessory was given enough dignity to land on the desk nearby.

His beard could feel it, the partially wet feel down to the warmth of it itself. Aryin’s tongue wanted inside of his own mouth. It was not unwanted. If anything, feeling the sensation of it, the hand on his face and the other casually rubbing his body had prompted him to moan, grind a little up against Aryin himself and naturally, invite the “Prince’s” tongue inside of his own mouth. Larry was always a bit ticklish inside of his mouth. Having his own wrestle with Aryin’s prompted a little chuckle here and there, but it was muffled out all the same. He held on to Aryin in such a way he never thought possible, not wanting to seemingly leave the male’s side. Still, he pulled away for just a little because it was quite clear their swords were now fully drawn and wanted to clash. He found himself massaging Aryin’s cock rather fondly underneath the fabric of his loins.

“Maybe the prince could feel like a king for a night,” he said with a lusty and drunken smirk. He helped Aryin get the freedom he needed, tugging at his boxers. Larry was making it quite clear that he was willing to let Aryin go that far, so questions or explanations were not needed when Larry’s position alone revealed himself to be rather inviting. “Everyone deserves to feel great about themselves, after all.

[Sam260]

Aryin licked his lips slowly, watching as more clothes fell off of Larry's body and onto the floor - he hated it, actually, to have clothes on his floor so haphazardly, but right now there was only one goal in mind for him.  Pushing aside the thoughts of his messy bedroom, Aryin enjoyed the timid and mild-mannered strip tease he was getting from Larry.

Aryin moaned quietly when Larry finally opened his mouth up, their tongues twisting and dueling in their own little ritualistic fight for control.  Their bodies were moving in tandem against the other's, and Aryin's cock was throbbing mercifully; precum dribbling and oozing rapidly from the soft spongy head.  His fingers were moving restlessly all across the expanse of Larry's back, arms, and chest; and as much as he just wanted to grab Larry by the ass and toss him down, he remained control of his baser instincts, letting Larry take the reigns on how fast they moved.  Larry's chest vibrating against his own, however, as they made out was rather amusing - Apparently the younger man's mouth was a very ticklish spot and that made Aryin smile once their lips naturally fell away from the others.

"You've already made me feel better... Just by being here, Larry." Aryin said quietly, biting his bottom lip with his front teeth.  They were both nude now, standing before each other, but Aryin was tired of standing and doing nothing more than looking... He wanted to touch, to feel the warm, slightly furred skin that belonged to Larry.

Aryin slowly moved onto the bed, crawling up to the head of it - his hard cock bobbing with each movement he made.  He turned quickly and landed flat on his back, cock slapping wetly against his stomach as he sprawled out in an inviting, and rather risque pose, on the mattress; everything now in full-view for Larry's eyes.  "Come join me?"

[Klayko]

He could have always backed out. What would have been the point at this time, though? There he was, naked and in the sights of the Mob Boss’s son himself. He could see the aggression on Aryin’s eyes, the want to show restraint. That was what Larry was looking for, that deep form of aggression to just fully come out. The kind that Aryin seemingly repressed. It was odd walking with a full hard on, but his body swayed with swag as it rocked through the air, Larry smiling as he joined the other man in bed.

“You need not ask. I wouldn’t have second guessed it,” he stated as he eased in closer to Aryin. “I think I’m ready to see what it’s like to go a bit tougher and fast.”

Chances of anyone coming across them were slim, but Larry knew eventually he might get a text asking for his whereabouts. He was seen taking Aryin away, but people could talk and they could say good or bad things about the situation. Did Larry finish the job on him at long last? Great! They’ll call the cleaner. Did Aryin find something on him and throw him in jail? Great! They’ll bail him out and THEN deliver the job on Aryin. Larry was not really concerned about what they thought though. He was somewhere secluded and in the company of someone he thought was actually a great person. His buff arms pulled Aryin closer. He was yrukytreadu for this.

[Sam260]

Aryin watched as Larry crawled into bed with him, his eyes tracking the other man's movements like a predator ready to pounce on his prey - and damned if he wasn't exactly that way.  The scent of sex was already starting to filter in the air, despite them barely even touching each other - perhaps it was just their natural scents wafting off and filling the air, but Aryin was getting more and more turned on by it and the beast inside of him was just begging to be released.

"I still do not want to hurt you... I can be very..." he swallowed thickly as the younger man laid near him, their bodies touching and aligning perfectly - like two gloves - "Rough... in bed." he was breathing harder, and his eyes were completely dilated now, just barely a ring of green visible beyond the black; it was like looking into an abyss - one that would swallow you whole and think nothing of it; it was all-consuming and mesmerizing.

Aryin growled in arousal as Larry's arms encircled his body and, just like that; a flip switched in his brain and he let his control go.  He grabbed Larry by the hips, threw the younger man down onto the mattress and landed between the younger man's legs, pushing and thrusting his cock at Larry's own cock - precum from both men making it slippery.  Aryin slammed his mouth down over Larry's, kissing him hard and with every ounce of passion that was flooding his brain.  His hands were not restless either, pushing Larry's legs open wider and rubbing at the younger man's balls and perineum with his fingers and palm.

[Klayko]

Aryin could be rough, but did he think that all that working out for Larry was just for show? An Aries was known for a few things, a temper being one. Larry wrestled with Aryin just to prove a point.

“You’re not the only one with some fire in them. I don’t care. Let it out.”

He did not regret it at all. Well, probably come morning he would feel the after effects to come, but right now, being roughed around by Aryin in such a way felt...great...it was like this was what he was missing. A strong sense of passionate fire from someone. The physicality of it all was enticing if the fact their cocks were rubbing against one another was not enough. Deep breaths poured forth from his mouth, but never a moan. He was close to it however. And then, it finally happened.

The rough yet very adrenalized kiss from Aryin had almost sent him over the edge, but it feeling his legs be parted even further and the firm hand casually rubbing and massaging away near his testicles and rear that prompted him to let out a low moan. The anticipation of it all to their casual foreplay from well before, it was enough to have his body begin to glisten with sweat.

[Sam260]

Aryin enjoyed the little wrestling act, their bodies slipping and sliding as they tussled around in the large bed; neither one man making contact with the other side as they fought for control of who would be on top - Aryin, of course, the sneaky little punk, managed to win out by kissing Larry into a state of submission.

Aryin captured the moan in his own mouth when Larry finally made that all encouraging sound; it only spurred him on, really, to do more, to pleasure Larry in a way he had never been so before.  Aryin latched onto the soft, sweaty skin of his soon-to-be lover's body, letting soft, sucking bites and kisses slip down his jawline and throat, he lapped greedily at the sweat pooling in Larry's clavicle, nipping each protruding bone and then sucking on them to leave perfectly circular purple blood-marks behind.

Aryin's lips continued a downward trail, sucking on Larry's left nipple, while his freehand - the one not still occupied with Larry's scrotum and perineum - started twisting and tugging lightly at the right nipple.  Aryin bit down gently and looked up at Larry, releasing the nip he smiled "Enjoying yourself, so far?"

[Klayko]

Larry was too riled up to try and win in a game of dominance. Drunk and riled up, more like it. He kept fumbling here and there and it made it easy for Aryin to get the better of him, not that he was complaining. The two were locked into exchanging saliva once more, but it became apparent that Aryin wanted more and did just that.

The bites were intense. If anyone would ever get a look of his neck later, they would find Aryin’s love marks left, Larry’s deep olive skin bruised purple and him left in a state that had him either gasping or moaning further. After all, feeling a bite was not exactly a great feel, one deep enough to leave punctures. This had only come paired with the fact his perinium was also being poked around, but soon that had changed. Aryin had different plans. Not only was his mouth casually tugging at his left nipple to the point it got hard, but now the same hand that was pleasuring him below had moved up to tease the left nipple. Next came what he had done near his neck: a sharp bite.

“Y-Yea,” he said with a heavy breath. His cock twitched so bad, which probably meant that was as hard as it was going to get. Larry never knew or felt such waves of pleasure and anxiousness all at once. Often times he thought how should he go about riling Aryin up himself. “You’re really good at this.”

[Sam260]

Aryin smirked, a devilishly handsome little smirk, as he lifted his head from Larry's chest and kissed the younger man softly on the lips "I aim to please... it is a specialty of mine." Aryin said quietly, his voice was deep though; clogged with his apparent arousal, that was leaking copiously along Larry's thighs and cock.

"I want to make you soar, feel like you've never felt before..." Aryin started the trail of kisses down Larry's chest once again, but this time he did not stop at Larry's nipples, he continued further down until he was hovering just above Larry's twitching cock.  Licking the precum gathered at the head, Aryin smiled - his green eyes, albeit dark with arousal, gleamed brilliantly "Absolutely delicious, Larry."

Aryin softly encompassed Larry's cock with his mouth, sucking gently and teasingly down the length.  He took what he could into his mouth and throat, before his gag reflex even kicked in, and continued the repetitive motion on Larry's hard cock.  Meanwhile he set his hands back to work, after grabbing the bottle of lubricant from his nightstand, he coated his fingers with the slick liquid and started gently massaging Larry's hole, wanting his lover to feel every ounce of pleasure that Aryin could possibly give to him, as well as relax and hopefully ease him into what would surely, and soon, become a slightly painful penetrative experience - it was inevitable, for all virgins, to feel that burn of the stretch; no matter which gender it was.  Aryin just hoped he could get Larry so relaxed and opened up to him that the burn would only last for but a few seconds.

[Klayko]

He was most definitely soaring. For the first time, even though it had yet to reach the conclusion, Larry felt alive. The further and further down Aryin went, the painfully clear it became in knowing where it was his destination was set. He felt the welt warmth wrap around his fat shaft and that made him gasp, but not out of fear. The sudden feeling to it, paired with the fact his hole felt another sensation, had merely caught him by surprise. More than ever, his cock throbbed and twitched from Aryin bobbing it in and out of his mouth.

His breathing was bated, heavy by the fact he was panting, but at an ease. Perhaps his climax was well on the horizon or Aryin was merely pushing every button to the point he felt collectively and drunkenly worn. What he did know however was that he was now relaxing, his body easing up from an tension it might have offered and his hole offering little to no resistance as Aryin lubed him up. His head rolled back with his eyes for just a little, the words “Oh” and “Perdinci” slipping from his lips, but not loudly. It was a soft whisper. He was saying “Oh gosh” back in his native tongue. He gripped against the sheets and bed for a form of support.

[Sam260]

Aryin closed his eyes, enjoying the sensations of pleasing his lover; his mouth was moving quickly now, with his saliva giving an added lubricant to make the slide much easier along Larry's thick shaft; one day, he would love to feel this in other parts of his body, he hoped that Larry would not become a total bottom after this experience, but only time would be able to tell of that fate.

Aryin slid first his index finger inside of Larry's hole, pleased that the younger man was fully relaxed and could handle that simple penetration.  He added a second finger with ease, as well, but would not push a third yet.  Letting the two fingers move around inside of Larry's hole, he stretched his fingers as wide as they would go, scissoring them to make more room for his cock when it came time for that.

Aryin let Larry's cock pop out of his mouth, it was wet and sloppy with Aryin's saliva and it slapped down wetly against Larry's stomach.  Aryin raised himself up and moved closer to Larry, wanting yet another taste of his lover's mouth "You are so tight down there... I love that this is your first time..." Aryin commented quietly, just before he pressed his mouth over Larry's, kissing his lover deeply and passionately.

At the angle they were in, Aryin was able to get his fingers to go slow but deep inside of Larry's hole; he seemed to be searching for something, and he would definitely know when he found Larry's prostate - it was the best, most intense feeling, and he wanted Larry to know what it felt like to have his prostate touched by an expert in all things sex.  Aryin watched Larry's face for that moment when...

[Klayko]

One finger had finally ventured forth. It was a tense feeling, but it would have been much worse had none of the prepping gone into it yielded to no results. Larry squirmed because naturally, it was something he had never felt before and his muscles down there did nothing more than partially clench against the finger. It was a rather odd feeling, the thought that it might scrape up against the innards more than just a passing glance in his mind. Was this how those colonoscopies felt?

Another finger was inserted. With it came the feeling of expansion. His hole felt a bit more wide, but like the first, he squirmed. They were going deeper. For what point, he did not exactly know, but the feeling was xenomorphic. Alien. He was not panicking. He was trying to adjust to the feel, rather, his body shifting as a result.

Three fingers in total were now inside of him. A deep moan managed to slip forth from his mouth. Something had been hit and it had a rather instant side effect. Larry was already worked up to the point he was leaking pre-cum. When paired with the fact that Aryin just got done slobbing over it, feeling that pressure there had been more than enough to send him over the edge. Should he have felt embarrassed? His cock twitched and shot forth his load, his face a partial red.

[Sam260]

Aryin smiled when Larry finally relaxed completely, taking his fingers three deep - the stretch would burn, of course, but it was par for the course in their endeavors.  Although, Larry releasing his load so soon was unexpected, his smiled remained and he smoothed a kiss on top of Larry's forehead "It's okay... Happens to first timers a lot - You'll learn to control yourself the more we do this." Yeah, he knew he was implying that this could happen again.  He hoped it would, but would Larry feel the same way?  He didn't know, and he was afraid to even voice the question, lest they stop what they were doing now and call it quits - it would likely happen anyway, once Larry found out Aryin's deepest, and darkest, secrets yet.

Aryin grabbed the lubricant from the bed where he had thrown it earlier, slicking his own hard cock.  "You need to tell me if it hurts... I do not want to hurt you." Aryin said very seriously as he stared at Larry - this was the moment... They had been building up to this point almost all night now, and here it finally was. 

Aryin was a mix of nervousness, anxiousness, and excitement.  His hand shook a little as he withdrew his fingers from Larry's well-prepared entrance, and then moved into position himself.  Aryin looked down and made sure everything was perfect for their first time together, and when he was satisfied that this was going to happen properly, he slid the head of his cock into Larry's body, then just a little bit further.  Aryin gave Larry plenty of time to adjust to the feeling of his cock, wanting to hear the words from Larry than rather assume that it was okay to start thrusting.

[Klayko]

Great. Happened to beginners, he said. That meant Larry just had to learn more and more about a possible sex culture and what it took to make sure he did not let loose without better control. This would not be grounds for him to stop now though. They had come well too far to let it and. With that, Larry nodded, looking at Aryin after he insisted Larry let him know if something was hurting him or not.

“S-sure thing,” he stated.

His mind went back on the idea of doing this again with Aryin. Would it be more or less the same as it was today? He knew it was the cock that was beginning to enter him. It was much larger than the fingers and did not essentially wiggle around in different places as if they were tentacles. He took a deep breath as Aryin went just a little bit further. He shifted just a little to get more comfortable. His hole was already clenching on the head and part of the shaft. Still, Aryin was looking at him, waiting for a sign. Larry wrapped his arms around Aryin’s neck, spacing himself out some more. When he truly felt this was perhaps as comfortable he was going to get, he nodded at Aryin. It was time to finally experience this at last.

[Sam260]

Aryin curled both of his arms above Larry's head, tangling his fingers in the younger man's hair as he started very gently thrusting inside of him; he couldn't help but moan as the tightness swallowed him further inside.  It was like heaven and hell all at the same time - Heaven, because he they were finally making love with one another and Hell, because the heat that was inside of Larry's body was nothing he had ever experienced before.

Aryin kissed Larry softly, slipping his tongue in and out of the younger man's mouth occasionally as his hips did most of the work down below "Jesus... You are... gorgeous... Larry.  So tight... so beautiful..." he was likely mumbling these words in a mostly subconscious manner, but it didn't matter - they were true either way.

Aryin kissed, licked, and nipped along Larry's lips, jaw, throat as he started picking up momentum in his thrusts; now going faster and just that much deeper inside of Larry - he was once again searching out that erogenous spot inside of Larry that would hopefully make the younger man scream in pleasure and ecstasy.  His fingers were lightly tugging at Larry's hair, as well, pulling the younger man's head back to expose his throat.

[Klayko]

It was finally happening. Aryin was fully inside of him and slowly drawing back out before going back in. Of course it stung. Larry could only imagine how bad it would have felt if no kind of preparation had been performed. A deep breath and shocking gasp slipped forth from his lips when fully feeling it inside of him and that in itself was enough to prompt Aryin to French kiss him once more. He thought that might have just been the depth of how far he could go, but he was wrong. He felt Aryin’s pole go deeper amid him using his mouth to casually nip at whatever he could find on Larry. His pace had even increased as Larry saw Aryin’s hips move at a decent rhythmic rate.

He was about to respond to Aryin’s compliments, but there it was again. It was that same pressure he felt that caused him to ejaculate prematurely. At least, that’s what he thought. Either case, it was like searching for gold and the jackpot was hit. Larry let out a soft and deep moan from his mouth, but it was not enough to cause his mouth to fully open and let it out. It had done enough to just vibrate against his closed jaw for the time being.