[ he laughs, a real laugh that's followed by a melting little "oh" as hands trail down to a stiff lower back. he shivers, feeling every little bite and bruise, vague memories of bed, none of them awful in the least bit. sinking into it, he returns the wandering hands in kind with his own. to say the massage working its way steadily downwards isn't making his knees a little weak would be an understatement. ]
Doesn't seem like anything you can't handle, handsome.
[ turning his head to meet the one so close to his ear, nose brushing nose. his fingers travel a little further to curl fingers around the root of him, squeezing slightly as he draws towards the tip of him - his fingers spread slightly on the way to the tip, thumb brushing the glans of him with a kind of method that means to memorize the shape of him. ]
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Doesn't seem like anything you can't handle, handsome.
[ turning his head to meet the one so close to his ear, nose brushing nose. his fingers travel a little further to curl fingers around the root of him, squeezing slightly as he draws towards the tip of him - his fingers spread slightly on the way to the tip, thumb brushing the glans of him with a kind of method that means to memorize the shape of him. ]