[ It's fun and easy to grind back and down for a short while, every press making his dick twitch hard against his belly, his thighs tremble along either side of Locus' hips- but soon it hits just the barest edge of too good. Too sharp, too likely to pitch him over the edge and he's not ready for that.
Not yet.
Whining he twitches away from those sharp taps, trying to keep them shallow and sweet instead of deep and precise and searing- not easy with how damn unerring Locus' aim is. ]
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Not yet.
Whining he twitches away from those sharp taps, trying to keep them shallow and sweet instead of deep and precise and searing- not easy with how damn unerring Locus' aim is. ]