Breath caught in his throat as he tried to continue giving metaphorical head to Rhys's fingers. He hadn't expected the man to grasp him so quickly. This time, the motions of his tongue were jerky, slower--distracted. The rest of him was too absorbed in the heavy, but liquid heat that Rhys was igniting by beginning to jerk him off.
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Date: 2012-03-28 01:45 am (UTC)From: