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He had to keep quiet while he did this. He’s had more than one embarrassing conversation with his crewmates, but he really couldn’t help it. He’s always had poor volume control.
Van Augur’s hand was fiercely fisting at his hardened cock, the tip red and leaking with pre-cum - just aching for the relief that came with release. This was his third round going at it, imagining scenarios in his head about how he’d take you, how you’d react to his touches, his teasings. He wanted to know what your face would look like as he fucked you like no one else had ever done before.
Would you drool? Would your eyes cross as you saw stars? How would you cry out his name? How broken would your voice become? He wanted to know all of it, he needed to know how beautifully you’d fall apart for him.
The hand that wasn’t currently squeezing around his cock, that wasn’t currently being brutally fucked by the pace he set for himself, was covering his mouth in a poor attempt to suppress all of his whines. Every whimper of your name alone was causing him to inch closer and closer to climax, threatening to make him spill all over his stomach and hand.
He wished he could fuck you for real. He needed to know what if felt like to have you squeeze around his cock, what it felt like to paint your insides white with his hot sperm. He’d kill just to see your hole spilling with his cum - hell, he’d even kill just to have the chance to even fuck you at all.
He’s thought about so many different positions, so many different places he could take you, grab you, just make you his and his alone.
His back arched off of his mattress, a high-pitched keening sound escaping from behind the palm of his hand. His eyes crossed, legs shaking from a particularly hard squeeze at the base of his shaft. He wasn’t going to last much longer, what with his whimpers getting higher in both volume and and pitch.
He could easily envision how you’d look right now, both of his hands placed firmly on your waist as he bounced you on his cock, swallowing up your moans with his tongue as he shoved it down your own throat.
He was practically blinded when he came, hot, thick spurts of cum splattering all the way up his chest and a particularly obscene moan ripping right from his mouth. But even then, his dick still ached.
All of his cum was going to waste outside of your body. He would have loved to fuck you into submission.
Round four it is, then.