You're... just a stand-up kind of guy, aren't you?
[ he curls fingers over himself and jerks lazily, the slide of his fingers only marginally faster than the way Ticky's taking him. he doesn't adjust his pace when Ticky slows, just looks at him curiously, but then he's shifting and every lunge forward has pleasure rocketing up his spine, and he can't help but to arch in response. his legs tighten around Ticky's hips, teeth grit as wave after wave of pleasure washes through him, and his hole clenches around him tightly as though if he let go these sensations would stop. ]
Fuck--- Ticky--
[ he scrabbles with his free hand at his shoulder, digging his fingers in and holding him tight. ]
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[ he curls fingers over himself and jerks lazily, the slide of his fingers only marginally faster than the way Ticky's taking him. he doesn't adjust his pace when Ticky slows, just looks at him curiously, but then he's shifting and every lunge forward has pleasure rocketing up his spine, and he can't help but to arch in response. his legs tighten around Ticky's hips, teeth grit as wave after wave of pleasure washes through him, and his hole clenches around him tightly as though if he let go these sensations would stop. ]
Fuck--- Ticky--
[ he scrabbles with his free hand at his shoulder, digging his fingers in and holding him tight. ]