The heavy weight of Gannicus's warm, wide-palmed hand on Krem's back excited more noise out of him, more delirious, momentary tightness. He was right at the brink, rushing toward it, leaking wet all over the inside of his thighs. Each time their bodies met, it made a slick noise that made Krem's face burn, because it fed back into his arousal.
He lost the power of words. Every noise he was making was a fitful, animalistic, needy thing. His vision went sparkling and white around the edges and one of his thighs trembled inward as orgasm hit him hard.
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Date: 2016-07-14 03:04 am (UTC)He lost the power of words. Every noise he was making was a fitful, animalistic, needy thing. His vision went sparkling and white around the edges and one of his thighs trembled inward as orgasm hit him hard.