The laughter feels pretty damn good on it's own, but the increased suction... that has him closing his eyes even as his hands continue their ministrations along Bull's horns. He doesn't grab them or hold onto them, just strokes them, lets the sensation filter down into the skin.
"Think you'd like to fuck me after this? Or perhaps I could fuck you."
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"Think you'd like to fuck me after this? Or perhaps I could fuck you."