[He'd respond, but forming words is getting harder on his end, too. Heat is coiling in his belly, and he's stuck between wanting to draw this out or just make Ginsberg come already.
Fuck that, he doesn't have the patience to take his time anymore. He readjusts with one foot up on the bed side them and starts giving it to him harder than ever.]
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Fuck that, he doesn't have the patience to take his time anymore. He readjusts with one foot up on the bed side them and starts giving it to him harder than ever.]
C'mon.