[ Good. He's exactly where he needs to be. He feels that heartbeat rabbiting up under his palm, and it slides, searching out a nipple to pinch, rolling between those calloused fingertips. Gentle, at first. ]
Still want those marks for afterwords?
[ The words ghost against the outer shell of his ear, a hint of a promise. There's a bruise on his hip from earlier and he lets his thumb press into the hollow, dragging against where teeth had marked him not too long ago. ]
Give you something to focus on while I get you good and ready for me.
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Still want those marks for afterwords?
[ The words ghost against the outer shell of his ear, a hint of a promise. There's a bruise on his hip from earlier and he lets his thumb press into the hollow, dragging against where teeth had marked him not too long ago. ]
Give you something to focus on while I get you good and ready for me.