[Try having four fingers up in your ass and hitting your prostate. Then talk about dying, because yeah. This edging and pooling pressure has him feeling like he's going insane.
He draws idly circles on Akira's wrist with his thumb. It registers to him just how hot the other's skin feels. He lowers his gaze briefly to look at the clothed tent between Akira's legs and licks his lips. Then, he catches the mischievous grin on Akira's face -- making his own blood run hot and wild. Oh shit. He's so in.]
Yes. Make me yours already. [Old-fashioned till the end.]
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He draws idly circles on Akira's wrist with his thumb. It registers to him just how hot the other's skin feels. He lowers his gaze briefly to look at the clothed tent between Akira's legs and licks his lips. Then, he catches the mischievous grin on Akira's face -- making his own blood run hot and wild. Oh shit. He's so in.]
Yes. Make me yours already. [Old-fashioned till the end.]