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This display doesn't stop your Kyryll from chuckling. Perhaps at his own expense more than anything else. "How shameless," he whispers, cracks clear in his voice, "You're quite forward this night, aren't you?"
You lean your weight onto him. The drape of you atop his back gives you easier access to the swiftly forming tent in his pants. Shameless is what he calls you, but it's the mere graze of your hand upon him that has him growing hard. You hum, letting the vibration ripple through your body. It reverberates, lingering and slow—like a bell long left to toll in a church where none dare to pray.
"I could say the same," your knuckles brush against a thing that twitches at your touch, "to you, couldn't I?"
He laughs again. This time, it is raspy. Deep from his throat. The sound of a man doomed, you think and listen well. "I'd never dare claim otherwise."
It's Flins' birthday. He is content for the night to happen one way. You, however, have other ideas.