[He definitely asked for this, but — perhaps he hadn't anticipated Tseng would spell it out in such detail. Reading over the words, it's impossible not to be affected, warmth flushing cheeks and down the back of his neck as he imagines lying naked in Tseng's lap beneath his hand, a toy nestled in his ass.
Becoming so wrung out that he cannot physically move, let alone come again... he believes he'd enjoy that.]
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Becoming so wrung out that he cannot physically move, let alone come again... he believes he'd enjoy that.]
And if I make a mistake on purpose?