[ Again, no signals to stop, so further he advances, his hands handling the heft of him, a mixture of a gentle hold and massage, working everything his lips will not reach while his mouth worries about careful manipulation. He could not say whether this is something he is good at or not -- he just has some general idea what would be the most sensitive and what wouldn't, what would feel good, what should be handled with care.
There's no room really to hope he is doing well or worry he is not. But to feel the hand on his shoulder, to feel every tensing muscle, every shiver -- all enough to force a rush through him as well, and he moans. ]
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There's no room really to hope he is doing well or worry he is not. But to feel the hand on his shoulder, to feel every tensing muscle, every shiver -- all enough to force a rush through him as well, and he moans. ]