[how is his tongue so—Luke isn't used to being outmaneuvered, but like... sex has always been strictly transactional for him, too. that gives Sinsa more than a small edge here.
ah... his hand feels so much nicer than Luke's own, too. not that the Aurorian has the urge very often either, so he could be misremembering, but even so. it's rigid, growing longer with every delicate motion, and his breath catches before the taller man pulls away.]
If I planned that—nngh—
[Luke falls back onto the cushions without complaint, peering up at Sinsa as a knee bunts his legs apart. pale and lithe, but nicely muscled—that's Luke for you. there's also a glimmer of something if the redhead looks down far enough, just beneath the extended shaft.]
—then why would I ask you to help you fit? Reach down a little farther.
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ah... his hand feels so much nicer than Luke's own, too. not that the Aurorian has the urge very often either, so he could be misremembering, but even so. it's rigid, growing longer with every delicate motion, and his breath catches before the taller man pulls away.]
If I planned that—nngh—
[Luke falls back onto the cushions without complaint, peering up at Sinsa as a knee bunts his legs apart. pale and lithe, but nicely muscled—that's Luke for you. there's also a glimmer of something if the redhead looks down far enough, just beneath the extended shaft.]
—then why would I ask you to help you fit? Reach down a little farther.
[Dumbass.]