[ A small, cut-off scoff escapes him at the idea of letting himself go. For some reason it seemed more frightening than appealing, like he'd do something wrong, say something wrong or worse not do something right and have to wallow in his embarrassment.
The hand that had been gripping on finds his mouth, teeth digging into the meat of it to try and keep quiet. He's already feeling too heady, too messy, each stroke now made easier with what he felt like was an embarrassing amount of precum already. For all his fantasies maybe he should have practiced this part better, though he never expected it to become an actuality. ]
Why are you so bloody hot? [ He demands an answer to a question that he's already figured out, at least parts of it. Finally, he pulls his hand away and there's no denying the lingering impression of teeth there as he actually whimpers into the back of it at the mention of being trapped in bed with Marc for a week. ] D-don't think I'd let you off so easy.
I'm a fast learner. [ And he'd figure out whatever way he could to make sure he satisfied Marc, he just needed to pry apart all the little things he liked. ]
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The hand that had been gripping on finds his mouth, teeth digging into the meat of it to try and keep quiet. He's already feeling too heady, too messy, each stroke now made easier with what he felt like was an embarrassing amount of precum already. For all his fantasies maybe he should have practiced this part better, though he never expected it to become an actuality. ]
Why are you so bloody hot? [ He demands an answer to a question that he's already figured out, at least parts of it. Finally, he pulls his hand away and there's no denying the lingering impression of teeth there as he actually whimpers into the back of it at the mention of being trapped in bed with Marc for a week. ] D-don't think I'd let you off so easy.
I'm a fast learner. [ And he'd figure out whatever way he could to make sure he satisfied Marc, he just needed to pry apart all the little things he liked. ]