[ Godfrey's chest flutters in exquisite anticipation the moment his breath blushes against his chest.
Warmth shivers in the hollows of his shoulders like rainfall as he feels his lips against his skin. Godfrey's fingers are strong in his hair, tangling in its soft coils, twitching tighter as he makes his way up the length of his chest. Hot breath catches in his throat. The gentle indulgence throbs in his cock, tight in the bottom of his hips.
It's a rare state Godfrey finds himself in. Were he not so addled by his drinking, he would feel compelled to reciprocate - to not allow himself to luxuriate in the sensations Gale subjects himself to. He would shake himself of the profound ache for touch, and the paralysis which accompanies it. There's some slow remnant of this instinct in the way Godfrey's head turns toward him as he reaches his strong neck, the hard sigh in his hair as he feels his cheek below his thumb. ]
Hnh--
[ Godfrey's fingers wind again through his hair as he feels the blunt edge of his teeth, his hot breath flush against his tender throat, and he's pulled back under the hot tide, surrounded by no thought but the physical sensation and how to avail himself further to it.
Godfrey shifts his hips to accommodate Gale's hands before he registers his own initiative. Cool, slick fingers press against his tender entrance and he shivers, angling his hips, as eager to press against the welcome intrusion as he is to slip his hard cock through spectral fingers. ]
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Warmth shivers in the hollows of his shoulders like rainfall as he feels his lips against his skin. Godfrey's fingers are strong in his hair, tangling in its soft coils, twitching tighter as he makes his way up the length of his chest. Hot breath catches in his throat. The gentle indulgence throbs in his cock, tight in the bottom of his hips.
It's a rare state Godfrey finds himself in. Were he not so addled by his drinking, he would feel compelled to reciprocate - to not allow himself to luxuriate in the sensations Gale subjects himself to. He would shake himself of the profound ache for touch, and the paralysis which accompanies it. There's some slow remnant of this instinct in the way Godfrey's head turns toward him as he reaches his strong neck, the hard sigh in his hair as he feels his cheek below his thumb. ]
Hnh--
[ Godfrey's fingers wind again through his hair as he feels the blunt edge of his teeth, his hot breath flush against his tender throat, and he's pulled back under the hot tide, surrounded by no thought but the physical sensation and how to avail himself further to it.
Godfrey shifts his hips to accommodate Gale's hands before he registers his own initiative. Cool, slick fingers press against his tender entrance and he shivers, angling his hips, as eager to press against the welcome intrusion as he is to slip his hard cock through spectral fingers. ]