[ Gentle, perhaps, in the way that he's learned to be gentle. It's not the aim. This is slow, methodical, dragging the moment out and feeling Taylor's breath huff out against his lips, scraped free along with those sweet little sounds as he moves. Flexes against him, pushes deep and grinds in to the hilt, just to ensure he's as deep as he could possibly get.
He wanted something else too, though, didn't he? Maybe... ]
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He wanted something else too, though, didn't he? Maybe... ]
Hold on to me.