[ There's a stuttered sigh of relief/discomfort right up against the side of your face at that gesture, coupled with the unconscious flex of his fingers from where his wrists are bound and the buckle of his limbs. ]
Hard to do when you're so fucking good to me.
[ His insides are twisting up all over again, tightening his voice, seeping into his bloodstream once more, heating him up. ]
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Hard to do when you're so fucking good to me.
[ His insides are twisting up all over again, tightening his voice, seeping into his bloodstream once more, heating him up. ]