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yapping poodle scumbag ⛧ ([personal profile] guitarpicks) wrote in [personal profile] medals 2024-02-10 06:03 am (UTC)

( the angle's not great as jem grinds against his hand but eddie can work with it anyway, slips it down as much as he can to tease her clit with the calloused pads of his fingertips as best he can with his mouth occupied, with his attention turn between them and each touch so overwhelming and grounding at the same time.

he doesn't really focus on the words, the 'how much i love you' even as the heat of it spreads through him and makes him dizzy with it. he's never felt an intensity like this, a desire that spreads through him and makes him need the two of them in a way he can't comprehend. so he doesn't try, not now.

instead flicks his tongue against the slit of billy's dick, suckling until he's out of reach and there's a thin little line of spit connecting them still. he licks his lips, catches the precum left behind. he swallows, nods.
) Yeah, I've got you. I'll pinch your thigh or something if I need air.

( or if he's in pain, more likely. he grins, a flicker of mischief in his eyes that's more like himself than has come through during the last few days of desperate fucks, ) Come on, baby. Sit on my face.

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