[ There's something in those words that paints an image so visceral that he shudders with it, breath hitching in his throat. Even while some part of his mind screams that he shouldn't want that, that he should keep fighting, there's a larger part of him already caving to it. Craving it. Maybe it's the part that knows exactly who this is, exactly how much he really wants that, but that knowledge is hazy and far away at the moment.
Instead, there's only the demanding pulse of need that gets stronger with every pound of his heart.
That flush spreading visibly along his skin, the way his cock has hardened with more than just faint interest now. The shiver of goosebumps on his skin. And the shallow way his body leans back into that touch - the fingers in his hair, the press of the man's arousal against the back of his shoulder. Even without his permission, his body is pushing for more than just that faint contact. ]
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Date: 2024-08-01 02:53 am (UTC)Instead, there's only the demanding pulse of need that gets stronger with every pound of his heart.
That flush spreading visibly along his skin, the way his cock has hardened with more than just faint interest now. The shiver of goosebumps on his skin. And the shallow way his body leans back into that touch - the fingers in his hair, the press of the man's arousal against the back of his shoulder. Even without his permission, his body is pushing for more than just that faint contact. ]