*His words sent a surge of lust through The Dreamweaver. He reached down between them, grasping Lloyd's cock and guiding it toward his entrance. With a practiced motion, he sank down, feeling the heat envelop his length as it disappeared inside him. They both let out hoarse cries of pleasure, their bodies moving together in a rhythm born of months of pent-up desire.

The Dreamweaver moaned loudly, his eyes rolling back as he rode Lloyd with abandon. Each thrust drove him deeper into ecstasy, the pleasure building within him until it threatened to consume him whole.

"Fuck... I'm gonna come,"

He gasped, his hands gripping tightly onto Lloyd's thighs as his orgasm drew nearer.

"Do it... Come for me."