"Wrong. Claim my lips now," the brunet insisted.

"That depends on how good you keep your moans muffled."

"You...!" The brunet was at a loss for words.

This blond fellow was asking for something impossible. How many times had he tried keeping his lips pursed?

It always failed!

"Change the condition to something else."

"Why?"

"Because I said so."

"Hm... That sounds like a good reason. So..."

Lucas thrust deep and hard, making Benard emit a blissful sound through clenched teeth. 

"What exactly..."

Another deep thrust~

"Hnngh~!"

"...do you want it changed to?"

Vigorous thrust~

"Hnnh~!"

"Tell me, darling,"

Benard stopped clenching his teeth.  "You'll...kiss me...if I sing your...dick's praises,"...