[ How can Kleken still remain so calm? In the state he’s in, Baizhu’s unfortunately unable to truly appreciate the little nuances of Kleken’s movements and expressions, his little gestures. The small signs here and there that he is being affected by all this, and is just doing a much better job at hiding it.
All he knows is that Kleken feels sturdy and solid and unflappable in the face of his own machinations, but Baizhu has no one else to turn to, no one else who can truly offer him the kind of relief that only Kleken can…as if that isn’t the worst thing in the world to happen to him today.
He’d shut his thighs on those intruding tentacles if he could—if he didn’t think it’d make things worse, make the tentacles more aggressive somehow, never mind that they’ve already reached into such intimate places, slowly but surely driving him wild with each new sensation. His fingers dig into Kleken’s shoulders when he feels the slimy brush of a tentacle around his midriff, that being an erogenous zone that he hadn’t been fully aware of himself, his fingernails biting into pale flesh as he tries to keep his dwindling composure together out of sheer stubbornness.
Never mind that he’s dangerously close to tipping over the edge…Kleken wouldn’t want to miss it all, would he? ]
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[ How can Kleken still remain so calm? In the state he’s in, Baizhu’s unfortunately unable to truly appreciate the little nuances of Kleken’s movements and expressions, his little gestures. The small signs here and there that he is being affected by all this, and is just doing a much better job at hiding it.
All he knows is that Kleken feels sturdy and solid and unflappable in the face of his own machinations, but Baizhu has no one else to turn to, no one else who can truly offer him the kind of relief that only Kleken can…as if that isn’t the worst thing in the world to happen to him today.
He’d shut his thighs on those intruding tentacles if he could—if he didn’t think it’d make things worse, make the tentacles more aggressive somehow, never mind that they’ve already reached into such intimate places, slowly but surely driving him wild with each new sensation. His fingers dig into Kleken’s shoulders when he feels the slimy brush of a tentacle around his midriff, that being an erogenous zone that he hadn’t been fully aware of himself, his fingernails biting into pale flesh as he tries to keep his dwindling composure together out of sheer stubbornness.
Never mind that he’s dangerously close to tipping over the edge…Kleken wouldn’t want to miss it all, would he? ]