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On The Edge-Damian x Walter
X - @damianxxxdragon x @walter3594
The afternoon vanished between the first kiss and the last light through the curtains.
Walter takes his time like it's a weapon. He knows when to pull me closer, when to hold me still, and exactly how long to make me wait. Every time I thought I had him figured out, he changed the rhythm. A kiss turned into a dare. A whisper against my skin turned into a promise he had no plans to keep quickly.
A long afternoon of trading back and forth: his mouth on mine, his lips wrapped around me, his tongue working my hole open, then his thick dick buried deep inside me. He knows his angles better than I know my own body. Every thrust found my prostate and milked me until I was leaking non-stop. He'd finger it off my piss slit, scoop it from under my foreskin, taste it, then tongue it back into my mouth like he wanted me addicted to myself.
We took turns testing each other's patience. He'd bring me right to the edge, then smile like he could live there. So I learned to give it back to him. Closer and closer each round, until by late afternoon it took nothing but one light stroke for both of us to shoot.
Outside, the city kept moving. Inside, the room went dark and warm, the sheets wrecked, and Walter was still looking at me like we'd only just started.
The afternoon vanished between the first kiss and the last light through the curtains.
Walter takes his time like it's a weapon. He knows when to pull me closer, when to hold me still, and exactly how long to make me wait. Every time I thought I had him figured out, he changed the rhythm. A kiss turned into a dare. A whisper against my skin turned into a promise he had no plans to keep quickly.
A long afternoon of trading back and forth: his mouth on mine, his lips wrapped around me, his tongue working my hole open, then his thick dick buried deep inside me. He knows his angles better than I know my own body. Every thrust found my prostate and milked me until I was leaking non-stop. He'd finger it off my piss slit, scoop it from under my foreskin, taste it, then tongue it back into my mouth like he wanted me addicted to myself.
We took turns testing each other's patience. He'd bring me right to the edge, then smile like he could live there. So I learned to give it back to him. Closer and closer each round, until by late afternoon it took nothing but one light stroke for both of us to shoot.
Outside, the city kept moving. Inside, the room went dark and warm, the sheets wrecked, and Walter was still looking at me like we'd only just started.
Damian Dragon is a performer based in New York City.
Damian’s career started in front of the camera in his early twenties. As he got more heavily tattooed, he also became more heavily invested in the BDSM scene, and his work became fetish-oriented. Being an exhibitionist by nature, there was a natural transition to work as an adult performer.
Damian is a performer in the broadest sense. His live performances, seen in some of the most debaucherous pansexual events in NYC, blur the lines between art, burlesque, and pornography.
Damian’s career started in front of the camera in his early twenties. As he got more heavily tattooed, he also became more heavily invested in the BDSM scene, and his work became fetish-oriented. Being an exhibitionist by nature, there was a natural transition to work as an adult performer.
Damian is a performer in the broadest sense. His live performances, seen in some of the most debaucherous pansexual events in NYC, blur the lines between art, burlesque, and pornography.
