[ There's additional warmth curling inside his stomach at the soft words. Has he ever had a lover be this affectionate with him? Not in the same way Lad was being. Part of him twisted in guilt that he didn't fully return the feelings confessed--how could he when he was so out of place and unable to find his identity here?
What he needed was to be thinking far less. His breathing becomes uneven, almost a pant against Lad's skin. The breath on his ears gives him all the incentive he needs to direct his lover. ]
Use your mouth on my ears. And my hair-- [ his lips press against whatever part of Lad he can reach, another moan spilling out. ] Pull it.
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What he needed was to be thinking far less. His breathing becomes uneven, almost a pant against Lad's skin. The breath on his ears gives him all the incentive he needs to direct his lover. ]
Use your mouth on my ears. And my hair-- [ his lips press against whatever part of Lad he can reach, another moan spilling out. ] Pull it.