[ honestly speaking, it's rare for the two of them to be together in this situation without immediately putting their hands all over each other. the experience of being laid out on the bed and subject to the weight of clorinde's gaze is new and unique, but not unpleasant—quite the opposite, in fact, testament though it is to his trust in her. the sweep of her eyes along the lines of his body feels almost as intimate as a caress, raising goosebumps on his skin, his stomach tensing slightly and his nipples hardening.
when finally clorinde's palms come to rest on his skin, tseng feels primed for—for what? anything, whatever she wants to give him. usually it's him on the giving end, not the receiving, and that lends a particularly keen sweetness to the moment. ]
Mm. [ his cock twitches under the brush of clorinde's fingertip, a reaction tseng couldn't hide and doesn't try to. ] I'd like that too, actually. Please.
[ the slowness of her teasing is almost unbearable, but being made to bear it only heightens the pleasure when the moment of release finally comes, so tseng is content to let her take her time in having her way with him. ]
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when finally clorinde's palms come to rest on his skin, tseng feels primed for—for what? anything, whatever she wants to give him. usually it's him on the giving end, not the receiving, and that lends a particularly keen sweetness to the moment. ]
Mm. [ his cock twitches under the brush of clorinde's fingertip, a reaction tseng couldn't hide and doesn't try to. ] I'd like that too, actually. Please.
[ the slowness of her teasing is almost unbearable, but being made to bear it only heightens the pleasure when the moment of release finally comes, so tseng is content to let her take her time in having her way with him. ]