[Curtain lets out a strangled cry as his cock is suddenly and without warning enveloped by an overwhelming heat and tightness. all of his body shudders and he finds himself thrusting up against Booker before he even properly registers what exactly just happened.

the hand that was on Booker's tail moves to the mattress, behind him, so he can use it as support to better maneuver. this time, he doesn't reply again. his brain is too overloaded with information and stimuli to properly articulate anything other than desperate moans.

he's no longer looking at Booker. instead his head is hanging forward between them, forehead half resting against Booker's chest. he blearily opens his eyes again and the first thing he makes out in the dark is, of course, Booker's cock, which he hadn't really bothered to look at until now.

it's... really big. almost conveniently so. he'd already verified that with his hand and vaguely wondered if he would even be able to take it. but now, having it up close like this, a different impulse takes over him and he follows it, bending forward even more to lick at the rugged head, lapping at the head and its slickness with his tongue.]