[The kiss works back up and deepens as they relax back into the motion, with Matoba leading Broca's tongue back inside with teasing dips of his own. If the timer really is going only by kissing, then they can break and restart for as long as they need to; they've got more important things to worry about now than breathlessness.]
[Eager reciprocation is nice; it doesn't seem like he needs to give any instruction, Broca's palm easily brushing up his cock and wrapping over it. Matoba has his own hand full with Broca, but the height difference does make things a little... tricky. Hmmm, maybe a little more horizontal of an angle...?]
[--No. Not necessary. Broca actually manages a sound of surprise out of Matoba as he's suddenly hoisted up, though it's mostly muted into his mouth. Probably a good thing for him; the gasp of heat that comes with it and the throb of his cock in Broca's hand says all that needs to be said for how he feels about it. He likes displays of power, more than just about anything; maybe Broca can't knock down this particular door, but he can put that skill to use elsewhere.]
[A short stutter and he's splaying his thighs to let Broca pin him inward against the door, press their cocks to his belly and grind as he pleases. He has the room and the leverage to control their hips now; and Matoba's hand is free to resume its stroking over them both, squeezing with every pull upward and smoothing over the heads of their cocks. The other hand, still tangled up in Broca's hair, grips for leverage at his nape with his nails dug in.]
[A grunt escapes hot into Broca's mouth, a quiet sound of pleasure. Indeed, they had better hope the door doesn't give out now.]
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[Eager reciprocation is nice; it doesn't seem like he needs to give any instruction, Broca's palm easily brushing up his cock and wrapping over it. Matoba has his own hand full with Broca, but the height difference does make things a little... tricky. Hmmm, maybe a little more horizontal of an angle...?]
[--No. Not necessary. Broca actually manages a sound of surprise out of Matoba as he's suddenly hoisted up, though it's mostly muted into his mouth. Probably a good thing for him; the gasp of heat that comes with it and the throb of his cock in Broca's hand says all that needs to be said for how he feels about it. He likes displays of power, more than just about anything; maybe Broca can't knock down this particular door, but he can put that skill to use elsewhere.]
[A short stutter and he's splaying his thighs to let Broca pin him inward against the door, press their cocks to his belly and grind as he pleases. He has the room and the leverage to control their hips now; and Matoba's hand is free to resume its stroking over them both, squeezing with every pull upward and smoothing over the heads of their cocks. The other hand, still tangled up in Broca's hair, grips for leverage at his nape with his nails dug in.]
[A grunt escapes hot into Broca's mouth, a quiet sound of pleasure. Indeed, they had better hope the door doesn't give out now.]