Date: 2024-08-02 03:43 am (UTC)
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[ The words get a breathless groan from him, his head swimming. It's become impossible to think. He should be, there's something very important he should be focusing on right now, he knows. Probably telling the man behind him to fuck off.

Except that heat within him is no longer just a simmer, it's a raging inferno. And the last thing he wants is for the man to fuck off. He wants him to fuck him because that thigh sliding between his own only emphasize how badly his cock aches, how empty he feels, how much he wants to be filled.

It has the last of his will, his resistance, crumbling away at last as he rocks back against that thigh, trying to chase the friction of it, even if it isn't anywhere near enough. The hands on his flesh tease sensitive skin and he's caught between the two stimulations, body torn in which direction it wanted to chase more. ]


Please...

[ The word slips free without him even realizing he's said it, voice a strained whimper as he gasps for air, shudders with the need for more. ]
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