Now Hank has the damn things, and he’s gotta use them. He rolls them around his palm, thumbing at the little gems.
“I gotta say: I’ve never done this before. The whole clamp thing. So if I fuck up...”
How hard can nipple clamps be, though? Really? Still, Hank offers an apologetic shrug.
“I figure it’s supposed to hurt — in a good way — but if it’s too much, say something.”
Hank really has no idea what he’s doing. Does he just... go for it? What would he like?
Hmm.
After tucking the clamps in his pocket, Hank raises a hand to Alivian’s chest. Palm flat against him, feeling his heat. Like a spark through his fingertips. Then he’s moving toward one of Alivian’s nipples, two fingers circling. Soft, slow.
“This okay?” he asks. Voice rough; a little gravelly.
no subject
Now Hank has the damn things, and he’s gotta use them. He rolls them around his palm, thumbing at the little gems.
“I gotta say: I’ve never done this before. The whole clamp thing. So if I fuck up...”
How hard can nipple clamps be, though? Really? Still, Hank offers an apologetic shrug.
“I figure it’s supposed to hurt — in a good way — but if it’s too much, say something.”
Hank really has no idea what he’s doing. Does he just... go for it? What would he like?
Hmm.
After tucking the clamps in his pocket, Hank raises a hand to Alivian’s chest. Palm flat against him, feeling his heat. Like a spark through his fingertips. Then he’s moving toward one of Alivian’s nipples, two fingers circling. Soft, slow.
“This okay?” he asks. Voice rough; a little gravelly.