[ As tentative and new as Lad was at this, Solas was able to lose himself in the motions. There's a sharp inhale of breath as Lad pulls on his hair, but his focus quickly shifts to the teeth and hand on him. He meets the pull with a moan, deep and wanting, as he bucks his hips firmly into Lad's touch. With his head tilted, he lets Lad have at his ear as the affection washes over him. ]
Keep going, [ he encourages, breath coming in pants and he runs his tongue over dry lips. ]
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Keep going, [ he encourages, breath coming in pants and he runs his tongue over dry lips. ]