Landscape at Paestum by Arthur Glennie (1803-1890)
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𓆞 pretty boy 🐚
🌊 ↺ i got like five requests for glenn and none of them were specific so i hope yall like this 😭 ❞¸
+ ¸ ❞ idk why but i just got consumed by subby glenn so… ↺ 🌊
you kiss down his stomach, basking in the way he exhales your name from underneath you. he whined, already knowing what your cruel intentions were. his hands fly to your hair to try and pull you away from him.
“no, no––” he rushes out, frantic and panting. “i won’t be able to last if you do that.”
it’s cute how panicked he sounds, like the mere thought of him not lasting for you makes him want to cry. god, he was so pretty.
you wrapped your hands around him, feeling yourself becoming desperate to feel him on your tongue. “shh, just let me taste you.”
you’re practically drooling, this man driving you insane with his little whimpers and heavy breathing. he’s begged you to do unspeakable things to him but as he lays here, his body perched up on forearms so he could watch you easier, he looks so innocent.
“but––”
“i want you in my mouth, glenn.” you pout up at him. “so be good and let me taste you.”
you hush him letting your lips wrap around his tip. moaning immediately at the taste of him, he whines at the vibration and at the feeling of your warm mouth on him. you were so good to him always.
“please––” he huffs, reaching for you just to feel your flesh on his fingertips. part of him feels embarrassed since he is naked while you are almost fully clothed. he has never been so thankful to be able to feel the skin of your shoulders.
you slide your mouth further down his length, getting rewarded by the long string of moans he lets out at the feeling. despite your growing desire to close your eyes and relax into the feeling of him in your mouth, he looked so good underneath you. you couldn’t take your eyes off of him.
you begin to bob your head, listening to his soft please that only spur you on. even the sound of his voice turned you on. you are so, so fucked.
you looked up at him, his chest heaving and eyes squinted. you sent him a look that he easily recognized as, “you can take it, know you can.”
“fuck, i’m gonna cum.”
you go faster, making him choke on whatever he was gonna say next.
you release him only to hear the disappointed moan he let out. “go ahead, make a mess for me.”
“but i wanna last,” despite his words, his hips buck into your hand. “i wanna make it good for you.��
“wanna be good?” he nods frantically at your question. “then do what you’re told, come for me.”
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