Sinric moans softly, breathlessly, and honestly. His nipples harden like glass under the touch, letting the feeling wash over him.
His tiny cock hardens a little too, a useless reflex of pleasure.
His hands move smoothly, confidently on Athelstan. This he knows well enough to do on instinct. A twist of his wrist here, a stroke of his thumb there, varying his speed and tighten without thought.
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Date: 2015-06-07 03:08 am (UTC)His tiny cock hardens a little too, a useless reflex of pleasure.
His hands move smoothly, confidently on Athelstan. This he knows well enough to do on instinct. A twist of his wrist here, a stroke of his thumb there, varying his speed and tighten without thought.