[ And it's probably a good thing that Emile let his hair go, because the last memento O'Brien needs from this night is having anything accidentally ripped out.
Fortunately he's too distracted to really dwell on that possibility, smirking around Emile's cock at the groan. He is also way too drunk to come at this with a battle plan, like 'tease until bitched at or threatened and then suggest getting a room,' so the next five minutes or so is pure wish fulfillment for O'Brien, murmuring stupid filthy things in between swallowing Emile down and mouthing gently at his balls.
He chokes twice, throat bruised by a mere twitch of Emile's hips, and has to pull off to cough and sputter. O'Brien takes that as a challenge, though, and goes right back to it. ]
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Fortunately he's too distracted to really dwell on that possibility, smirking around Emile's cock at the groan. He is also way too drunk to come at this with a battle plan, like 'tease until bitched at or threatened and then suggest getting a room,' so the next five minutes or so is pure wish fulfillment for O'Brien, murmuring stupid filthy things in between swallowing Emile down and mouthing gently at his balls.
He chokes twice, throat bruised by a mere twitch of Emile's hips, and has to pull off to cough and sputter. O'Brien takes that as a challenge, though, and goes right back to it. ]