"Yes. I can. The tug, and your fingers right there, touching... That's the beauty of it, Maker." He rocks his hips up into imaginary friction, setting and feeling the scene as described. "The heat of you is right there, close enough to touch and to kiss, but I don't, I behave, and please, please, I beg, notice how I'm listening and being patient."
He's never gotten this hot and bothered by words before... But he's also not really tried before either.
"I.. anything you ask, I'll do, only please don't stop touching me."
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He's never gotten this hot and bothered by words before... But he's also not really tried before either.
"I.. anything you ask, I'll do, only please don't stop touching me."