[He stutters a laugh, unable to help himself, and lightly slaps his ass in tandem with a breathless grin.]
Brat.
[Hell, that feels good. Adrian's long fingers, those little claws, blunted just enough by the fabric of his boxers...oh, fuck, he's so glad to have this again. So glad to be close to him again.
He bucks his hips, groaning and feeling feverish, like he might just settle in and grind himself to a finish right there against Adrian's hand, if he's not careful.]
How do you want to be? On your back, like last time? Something different?
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Brat.
[Hell, that feels good. Adrian's long fingers, those little claws, blunted just enough by the fabric of his boxers...oh, fuck, he's so glad to have this again. So glad to be close to him again.
He bucks his hips, groaning and feeling feverish, like he might just settle in and grind himself to a finish right there against Adrian's hand, if he's not careful.]
How do you want to be? On your back, like last time? Something different?