[ He wants to be in Bruce, not sitting here outside him, jerking himself off. But he can’t watch him finger-fucking himself without having to do something about the insistent, all-consuming need to act. To get just a little friction. A little something to tide himself over until he can have what he truly wants. ]
I’m enjoying it so much I could get off like this.
[ Long practice talking through pleasure, pain, intoxication, and sleepless nights keeps him coherent, when his voice is edging toward rough and unsteady. He isn't lying, either. Unconsciously, he'd started keeping pace with Bruce's hand, but now he's doing it deliberately, each pump of his fist following the plunge of those far too captivating fingers. ]
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I’m enjoying it so much I could get off like this.
[ Long practice talking through pleasure, pain, intoxication, and sleepless nights keeps him coherent, when his voice is edging toward rough and unsteady. He isn't lying, either. Unconsciously, he'd started keeping pace with Bruce's hand, but now he's doing it deliberately, each pump of his fist following the plunge of those far too captivating fingers. ]
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