[Grip at each corner of his chin and squeeze a little before pulling off as he stands. Now held he kinda feels like a mount prepped for the run. Not far from the truth.
...he loves to be touched on by this hands. No amount of frustration can cloud that.]
It's fucking. That's what it is.
[Sweet? Oh no. Tongue tries to slip on in it and make it hard for him to decide how he wants his dip.]
Dipping. I thought you said to call it like it is a few seconds ago.
[It's all he can say that's not hurry the fuck up.]
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...he loves to be touched on by this hands. No amount of frustration can cloud that.]
It's fucking. That's what it is.
[Sweet? Oh no. Tongue tries to slip on in it and make it hard for him to decide how he wants his dip.]
Dipping. I thought you said to call it like it is a few seconds ago.
[It's all he can say that's not hurry the fuck up.]