[ He couldn't have explained it if prompted, how every little movement, that shudder, the hand in his hair affects him. He doesn't have a fixation on any specific part of a man or woman, even if he can seem that way, just as anyone else might be. But being wanted? Being seen as something erotic in his own right? Once it clicks, he feels it -- any attempt to move on without voicing his pleasure would have failed.
For a moment he shudders, the sound that rumbles up his throat not quite a moan, something perhaps a little helpless.
It redoubles his efforts. His tongue moves over him in heavier strokes; his hands have more purpose, learning him with as much intent as coaxing him. ]
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For a moment he shudders, the sound that rumbles up his throat not quite a moan, something perhaps a little helpless.
It redoubles his efforts. His tongue moves over him in heavier strokes; his hands have more purpose, learning him with as much intent as coaxing him. ]