And he was talking to the wrong Aoba to really parse it, too.
“Right, right, born-again virgin,” Desire acknowledged vaguely, idly moving a hand to touch himself now that no part of Declan was anymore. It was slow and deliberate, and certainly he meant it to be provocative. One hand boredly on his hip, the other wrapped around his dick, he dragged his fingers up and down the blood-flushed flesh rather than leave it so woefully neglected.
Slowly, though. Drawing it out was kind of a pleasant torment. He didn’t want to get off alone, just being watched of all things, but he was too horny to just stand there.
“Maybe you should just sit down on that bench in there and let me show you something they’re good for.”
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“Right, right, born-again virgin,” Desire acknowledged vaguely, idly moving a hand to touch himself now that no part of Declan was anymore. It was slow and deliberate, and certainly he meant it to be provocative. One hand boredly on his hip, the other wrapped around his dick, he dragged his fingers up and down the blood-flushed flesh rather than leave it so woefully neglected.
Slowly, though. Drawing it out was kind of a pleasant torment. He didn’t want to get off alone, just being watched of all things, but he was too horny to just stand there.
“Maybe you should just sit down on that bench in there and let me show you something they’re good for.”