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Scaramouche's hips twitched, yearning to fully sheath himself in his tight, silky throat, but resisting. He could feel Mario trying his hardest to get it all down. Mario hadn't tapped out either or tried to get him to pull out, but Scaramouch wouldn't be too rough. A first time should be romantic; he had wanted to wine and dine the man. But Mario had been far too excited to do that; as soon as the younger man could touch, his hands had gone straight for Scaramouche's crotch.
Tentatively, Scaramouche pushed further in, purring at the sight of his blissed out expression as more of his cock slid in, stretching his lips and making him whimper as he made it a past his gag reflex before he stopped. He was only about a third of the way in, but there were already tears streaming down his face. Soulful eyes looking up at him in a desperate bid for more. He waited only a moment, enjoying the vice grip of slick heat wrapped around him and the sight of Mario's mouth stuffed so full, before he thrust. His cock slid across his hot tongue, and he groaned as he squeezed his hair.