[ he groans as daan rolls his hips back against him, warmth surrounding him as precum bubbles at the tip of his cock— but then daan says that, and his arms drop from the sheer shock of it.
he stops. just give him a second. he looks around like somebody else in the room— ]
…Oh. [ he blinks, appearing positively stupid. ] I. [ he’s really just standing here, with his dick out, looking like an idiot. ]
You’re– you’re sure that’s okay? [ in a benign gesture, his hands settle onto daan’s hips. ] I’ll… I’ll do it but I don’t— want it to make you feel… bad.
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he stops. just give him a second. he looks around like somebody else in the room— ]
…Oh. [ he blinks, appearing positively stupid. ] I. [ he’s really just standing here, with his dick out, looking like an idiot. ]
You’re– you’re sure that’s okay? [ in a benign gesture, his hands settle onto daan’s hips. ] I’ll… I’ll do it but I don’t— want it to make you feel… bad.