Sawyer moans at the grip on his ass, arching up into it like a cat would
almost. He feels like little more of that and he will be fully aroused and
aching again — already he’s still craving more, so much more.
As hands travel it’s a little easier to think and his lips are swollen and
wet and he bites the bottom one at the question.
He’s a little panicked by it, pulling back and clearly scrambling to think.
“I don’t know what you’d want,” he says, and more he doesn’t know what he
wouldn’t want, what would make him upset, angry — even if that’s logically
not an issue here. But the bruises all over his body have reasons behind
them, failures to please.
“Please, just tell me what you want,” he says softly.
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Date: 2022-03-23 07:50 pm (UTC)Sawyer moans at the grip on his ass, arching up into it like a cat would almost. He feels like little more of that and he will be fully aroused and aching again — already he’s still craving more, so much more.
As hands travel it’s a little easier to think and his lips are swollen and wet and he bites the bottom one at the question.
He’s a little panicked by it, pulling back and clearly scrambling to think.
“I don’t know what you’d want,” he says, and more he doesn’t know what he wouldn’t want, what would make him upset, angry — even if that’s logically not an issue here. But the bruises all over his body have reasons behind them, failures to please.
“Please, just tell me what you want,” he says softly.