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The sudden idea of having his way with whoever gets caught up in his trap... 💭

Jamison doesn't answer immediately, already licking the underside through his underwear, suckling the pooling precum through cloth until it dampens completely. A single finger hooks around the waistband and tug until it springs free. “I scratch your back, you scratch mines. ♡”

Only the force of the other junker's hand presses even further. Musky. Masculine. Wet with pre and sweat alike; his vision threatens to double right then and there. The hand toying with Mako's nip slides to his hip, to keep him somewhat steady for what's to come.

Partially listening; busy, enamored watching that behemoth of a cock swell to full mast. Definitely gotten bigger. Near instantly, his mouth began to water, heart racing in anxious excitement as Junkrat closes in 'til it presses against his face. He even smells pent... —

Groping, fondling... figures that hand would settle lower, cupping his bugle. “When's th' last time ya've gotten off anyhow? Swear s'like ya've gotten bigger on me... ”

Absentmindedly, he goes up to his chest, a sharp tug to his nipple ring, as if it would help Junkrat regain his train of thought. “I'll... figure it out as I go, I just want ya to m'self for now.” His free hand grabs him, right in the gut, as long he had a handful of Hog. —

No need to beat it around the bush, knowing how they'd get. “Do I hafta spell it out??” . . . he might have to— Now that he's up close, Mako's massive frame made the junker short circuit. So much of him to take, where to possibly start... —

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“You weren't plannin' on goin' anywhere for th' day, were ya? Feels like forever since we got t'fool around, y'know,” his typical mischievous giggle, making the 'come here' motion with his hand.

. . . oi, @H0OKLINESINKER — c'mere for a sec.

been a while... wonder if he can take him all the way...💭

n - now?? in front of her?!? eesh. jamison's a lotta things but to think of him as 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 type of freak...! ... ... yeah, who's he foolin'— being a grower and all. it's practically ripping out of those shorts right now—

course not! ... 💧 nnnot as much as she'd think, but guilty as charged. so sue him. 💢

failing, failing again. hh.

thinking about the queen without short-circuiting challenge.

lucky bastard—

A view to be remembered from that angle, before the sight was covered by his thick meat. Letting out a blissful sigh, taking a moment to bask in his natural scent before running his tongue along the underside of his cock, right to the tip.

Don't forget initiative! Look at him, already diving down to his tantalizing bulge, face pressed, hands hooked around the band of the underwear, tugging it oh-so slow. What a beaut! Haven't even seen it yet and it eagerly pulses against the hungry junker.

A special talent that's severely underrated in his eyes; rarely does a bloke like him see any value in it. That alone... aheh— So, about that 'something' he had in mind...

Much as he loves tinkering with his Bomb Of The Day, this is definitely one of those days where he'd rather be slobbering on... something. Ahem.

I 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘰𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥— or I could do ya a better one and 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 just how much I appreciate it~.