Shen Qingqiu rocks against him, luxuriating in the feeling of their bare chests together, in the strength of Sagramore's arms, in the deep murmur of his voice. He nuzzles the skin under Sagramore's ear, drags his mouth over it hot and wet, even gets up his courage to suck, though not hard.1 He's hard; he's been hard for a long time, maybe since Sagramore kissed him the very first time, but he spends so little time thinking about his dick when he's straight2 that it hasn't become urgent until now, with their bodies flush, when he realizes he's not the only one, and that's dizzying, the sudden power of that, the proof that Sagramore is getting something out of this, that he is wanted, that this isn't just—some favor, done out of the kindness of Sagramore's endlessly kind heart.
1More out of concern for not hurting him than not to leave marks for anyone else to see—he's not exactly thinking about that right now. 2 Absolutely never thinking about or doing anything with your dick is sooo normal straight man of you dude you're so right
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Date: 2023-10-29 03:17 am (UTC)1More out of concern for not hurting him than not to leave marks for anyone else to see—he's not exactly thinking about that right now.
2 Absolutely never thinking about or doing anything with your dick is sooo normal straight man of you dude you're so right