[It's almost cruel — that squeeze sending a throb of pleasure through him on the very edge of dull discomfort, a line delicately and deliberately straddled. While he's used to the sensitive places of his body, this one feels new and unplumbed; he's not accustomed to how tender it feels having his balls kneaded, vulnerability set in the center of Cy's warm palm, enough that his heels drag on the sheets as if he's just repressed a thrash.]
Unfair. [Huffed out, barely audible — but certainly not a refusal.] ... I'll do it for you.
[Or he'll try, as much as he's able. The way his thighs clamp together is less for Cy's dick wedged between them than it is his own attempt to tamp down on the building urgency in the pit of his belly.]
🥺 when the chemistry hits
Unfair. [Huffed out, barely audible — but certainly not a refusal.] ... I'll do it for you.
[Or he'll try, as much as he's able. The way his thighs clamp together is less for Cy's dick wedged between them than it is his own attempt to tamp down on the building urgency in the pit of his belly.]
Is there... something that can help prevent it?