[ A full-bodied shudder wracks through him at the pressure suddenly pressing in against the tip of his cock, already slick with precum, and a low, rasping sound is muffled against the metal. Every nerve crackles alight, attuned to that touch, needing it, and his hips instinctively rise to buck up against the hold Wash has on him now.
Hasn't touched himself in God knows how long, but he's riding the edge now, nearer and nearer. And if it tips over, what then? Will it end? Will that be enough? ]
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Hasn't touched himself in God knows how long, but he's riding the edge now, nearer and nearer. And if it tips over, what then? Will it end? Will that be enough? ]