Don'twannacomeyet- [ It's a breathless rush, hips still trying to hitch away from those too firm strikes- easier now that Locus has gotten on that particular train of thought alongside him. Makes it easier to breathe and steady himself, to focus on curling his hands along the nape of his neck and tugging him in for a slow, slick kiss. When he can breathe, when he can think? He pulls away, nudging his nose along Locus'. ]
Not yet. I want this to last, you know? I don't wanna come till you do.
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Not yet. I want this to last, you know? I don't wanna come till you do.