[With all of his talk about the dirt and the grass and trees. He and Olivia would bond real well, he thinks wryly; Daan's had enough of forests and camping in his life, so he feels at best indifferent about it. He doesn't really miss much about it, but everyone has their reasons.
But more importantly: their mutual horniness. Right.
Daan sighs at the hands roaming his body, still deeply appreciating the sheer size to them, the strength, but also the clear capability of gentleness to it. His breath hitches, as if unsure how to feel about the hand resting over his beating heart; he can pick up enough that Artemy has no intent on lording his size over him, but it still makes his heart skip a beat anyway considering the sheer size difference.]
Hmm. [That does feel nice, his mouth against his throat, over his pulse. Daan tips his chin, exposing more of his neck in invitation.] So you do.
[Daan traces over the other man's crotch, idly like it's an afterthought for a moment before he properly cups him. Lightly, he squeezes, in no particular hurry.]
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[With all of his talk about the dirt and the grass and trees. He and Olivia would bond real well, he thinks wryly; Daan's had enough of forests and camping in his life, so he feels at best indifferent about it. He doesn't really miss much about it, but everyone has their reasons.
But more importantly: their mutual horniness. Right.
Daan sighs at the hands roaming his body, still deeply appreciating the sheer size to them, the strength, but also the clear capability of gentleness to it. His breath hitches, as if unsure how to feel about the hand resting over his beating heart; he can pick up enough that Artemy has no intent on lording his size over him, but it still makes his heart skip a beat anyway considering the sheer size difference.]
Hmm. [That does feel nice, his mouth against his throat, over his pulse. Daan tips his chin, exposing more of his neck in invitation.] So you do.
[Daan traces over the other man's crotch, idly like it's an afterthought for a moment before he properly cups him. Lightly, he squeezes, in no particular hurry.]