Pete's tongue darts out, licking his lips in anticipation. His hand wraps around his cock, a tight, familiar grip. He's in control, a master of his own desire. He twists his wrist, mimicking the motion of a mouth around his shaft. His breath hitches as he imagines the sensation, the heat, the wetness. This is his tragona, his own personal hell and heaven, and he's more than willing to go down that path again and again.