He can feel all the blood drain from his face and down to pool and surge between his legs; he can't remember the last time he was this hard and aching and lightheaded.
He moans, his hand slipping along warm, humid skin as it returns to curl around his lover's hip. "Glitch-- I need you to lean forward, Sweetheart. Use me as leverage. On your knees."
He has no idea where the words are coming from, can't for the life of him figure out how he can talk, let alone form coherent sentences.
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Date: 2009-09-03 05:58 am (UTC)He moans, his hand slipping along warm, humid skin as it returns to curl around his lover's hip. "Glitch-- I need you to lean forward, Sweetheart. Use me as leverage. On your knees."
He has no idea where the words are coming from, can't for the life of him figure out how he can talk, let alone form coherent sentences.