[Zel utters another weak sound as he feels the temperature and pressure on the tip of his cock. so little of him can really react to outside stimulus, but his mouth, his ears...his dick...
his grip on his tunic tightens a bit while the fingers of his other hand curl against the wall he'd pressed them against.
looking down just sends a stronger wave of wanting through him; watching Emery work is...really fucking hot. why does he look good no matter what he does?! it's almost frustrating.]
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his grip on his tunic tightens a bit while the fingers of his other hand curl against the wall he'd pressed them against.
looking down just sends a stronger wave of wanting through him; watching Emery work is...really fucking hot. why does he look good no matter what he does?! it's almost frustrating.]