It's not his hand; the way his whole body feels like it's shaking inside is exciting. His girth is sizable, and he lets out soft, strained whimpers whenever Hank's pinky brushes close enough to the root of his cock that his knot gets the attention.
It's so gentle that it has him feeling chills, more precum eagerly flowing under Hank's touch. Goosebumps rapidly spread along the nape of his (flushed) neck, and he can't help but let out a soft, plaintive moan. Every so often, his legs quake with it.
When he replies, his voice is strained, as if on the verge of being completely fucking wrecked.
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It's not his hand; the way his whole body feels like it's shaking inside is exciting. His girth is sizable, and he lets out soft, strained whimpers whenever Hank's pinky brushes close enough to the root of his cock that his knot gets the attention.
It's so gentle that it has him feeling chills, more precum eagerly flowing under Hank's touch. Goosebumps rapidly spread along the nape of his (flushed) neck, and he can't help but let out a soft, plaintive moan. Every so often, his legs quake with it.
When he replies, his voice is strained, as if on the verge of being completely fucking wrecked.
"It's... my knot, that's at the root, there."