[ There isn't anything that Lloyd wouldn't do for Flagg. If it made him happy, he'd throw himself off the building. He knows that's not constructive to what he wants, jumping off a building only proves loyalty once, not continuously. He leans into the hand in his hair like a man starved, soaking up the attention.
He watches those hands with rapt, eager attention, as much as his current mental state can provide. Flagg's dick hits his stomach and the muscles jolt in response to the heated flesh. It's a thing to behold, definitely erring on the side of intimidating. Just another reminder of how this man isn't a man at all. That darkness that creeps at the edge of your vision and makes you check under the bed. Flagg is that and more. ]
Yes sir.
[ Flagg's touch is hot and he doesn't fight the pull at his wrist. His fingers close around his cock, stroking from base to tip. His technique is a little uncoordinated, but he thinks he starts to fall into a rhythm. ]
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He watches those hands with rapt, eager attention, as much as his current mental state can provide. Flagg's dick hits his stomach and the muscles jolt in response to the heated flesh. It's a thing to behold, definitely erring on the side of intimidating. Just another reminder of how this man isn't a man at all. That darkness that creeps at the edge of your vision and makes you check under the bed. Flagg is that and more. ]
Yes sir.
[ Flagg's touch is hot and he doesn't fight the pull at his wrist. His fingers close around his cock, stroking from base to tip. His technique is a little uncoordinated, but he thinks he starts to fall into a rhythm. ]