"No." I grip even harder at his wrists, angry, and hurt, and frustrated. He's trying to be kind and help but he doesn't get it. He wants to wait. He wants emotions to grow cold. Wants to gloss over everything like he always does.
"No." I let go of one of his hands. Moving my hand down quickly between us. He doesn't have a belt, he barely has a waistband, as usually, and I shove my hand down, inside his stupid underwear, and grab his dick. Hard. Too hard. Not hard enough.
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Date: 2012-09-24 07:44 am (UTC)"No." I let go of one of his hands. Moving my hand down quickly between us. He doesn't have a belt, he barely has a waistband, as usually, and I shove my hand down, inside his stupid underwear, and grab his dick. Hard. Too hard. Not hard enough.