[he hisses and arches, groaning as your finger pushes him open. he feels his body yielding and struggles to relax, melting in against your chest as he picks up the bottle again and slicks his own palm, nudging your hand away from your cock]
Let me. [his voice low and unsteady as he curls his fingers around you, his grip slick and tight as he starts to stroke, his thumb brushing just under the head]
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Date: 2012-11-21 08:45 pm (UTC)Let me. [his voice low and unsteady as he curls his fingers around you, his grip slick and tight as he starts to stroke, his thumb brushing just under the head]