[ Even if someone came through the door and caught him knuckle-deep in Iorveth, he's only about forty percent certain that he'd be able to stop. Iorveth clamps down around his fingers, and he can actually feel his cock throb with need, somehow even harder (nigh adamantine, he'd wager) and feeling very neglected. His hips roll involuntarily against Iorveth's, seeking friction against the flat plane of his abdomen. ]
Oh, [ he breathes, a little wondrous as he strokes at that marvelous spot inside Iorveth that made him react so beautifully. ] Gods, you're perfect.
[ He really can't stop talking. An inveterate yapper. It's a little more difficult this time, but he presses another finger inside, curling all three as he fucks Iorveth on them. Unyielding, determined to make Iorveth forget any other men entirely. Hells, his wrist hurts a little from the exertion, but he barely feels it, too busy searching out that wonderful bundle of nerves again. ]
You're doing so very well, darling.
[ Iorveth is out of practice, and he can tell, but it doesn't matter. They'll have plenty of opportunity to practice. ]
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Oh, [ he breathes, a little wondrous as he strokes at that marvelous spot inside Iorveth that made him react so beautifully. ] Gods, you're perfect.
[ He really can't stop talking. An inveterate yapper. It's a little more difficult this time, but he presses another finger inside, curling all three as he fucks Iorveth on them. Unyielding, determined to make Iorveth forget any other men entirely. Hells, his wrist hurts a little from the exertion, but he barely feels it, too busy searching out that wonderful bundle of nerves again. ]
You're doing so very well, darling.
[ Iorveth is out of practice, and he can tell, but it doesn't matter. They'll have plenty of opportunity to practice. ]