[he complies, carefully closing his hand tighter over his cock and rubbing the heel of his thumb against it. the fear of doing harm remains, but he's listening, braced for when those sounds of pleasure may shift to pain. the risk is worth the reward.
the ergonomics of trying to keep from poking Emery in the scalp with his hair is a bit troublesome, but he can manage. while one hand is occupied with fondling his dick, Zel's other hand moves to survey what skin's been exposed for him across his abdomen and chest. as adoringly and careful as though he were touching marble, he feels around and halts at fresh response.]
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the ergonomics of trying to keep from poking Emery in the scalp with his hair is a bit troublesome, but he can manage. while one hand is occupied with fondling his dick, Zel's other hand moves to survey what skin's been exposed for him across his abdomen and chest. as adoringly and careful as though he were touching marble, he feels around and halts at fresh response.]