[We will go ahead and put that word with twunk in the category of 'incomprehensible Cyisms'.
A stutter of breath flees his lips, and his palm flattens on Cy's back to a more broad, full-handed stroke over skin. It takes will not to rut his hips up for friction, to prove himself overeager.]
Then... first, I want you to do what you mentioned earlier. [He doesn't know if Cy was serious, but the image has stuck in his mind like a burr.] I want to use my mouth on you, and I want you to... [teeth worry a lower lip briefly,] Do it on my face.
After that, hands and knees. I'll decide the rest later.
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A stutter of breath flees his lips, and his palm flattens on Cy's back to a more broad, full-handed stroke over skin. It takes will not to rut his hips up for friction, to prove himself overeager.]
Then... first, I want you to do what you mentioned earlier. [He doesn't know if Cy was serious, but the image has stuck in his mind like a burr.] I want to use my mouth on you, and I want you to... [teeth worry a lower lip briefly,] Do it on my face.
After that, hands and knees. I'll decide the rest later.
[Happy Valentine's Day.]