beowulf squeezes his shoulders and he sighs, a tremble to the tail end of it. his muscles are taut and melt under his hands upon contact and the words hit him, making the heat in his belly pitch forward. ]
Hah—that's perfect to start...
[ he can still feel that last kiss on the corner of his mouth and the sensation seems to travel straight down to his toes. his own hands trail along beowulf's waist, fingers splayed over wet skin as he meets his eyes. ]
I wouldn't complain if you wanted to go lower... so much aches... may as well be all over. [ palm splaying down over the other's belly now and trailing to frame the base of beowulf's cock with his hand. ]
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beowulf squeezes his shoulders and he sighs, a tremble to the tail end of it. his muscles are taut and melt under his hands upon contact and the words hit him, making the heat in his belly pitch forward. ]
Hah—that's perfect to start...
[ he can still feel that last kiss on the corner of his mouth and the sensation seems to travel straight down to his toes. his own hands trail along beowulf's waist, fingers splayed over wet skin as he meets his eyes. ]
I wouldn't complain if you wanted to go lower... so much aches... may as well be all over. [ palm splaying down over the other's belly now and trailing to frame the base of beowulf's cock with his hand. ]