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Date: 2018-01-24 07:00 am (UTC)
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[ Athelstan's hands are curled into the bed below him as the other presses into him. He exhales heavily when the other's lips move lower. He swallows heavily but he focuses on relaxing even if the other's trying to distract him it's difficult to think about anything else or to not think at all.

He doesn't expect the gentleness, not after attacking Dodger multiple times, after the harsh words. But it feels good and Dodger manages to draw a sharp moan that came out louder than he'd want as pleasure spread through his body, arching into his thrust more. It's at that point that he wants to touch him but he feels awkward, it's enough pleasure to keep his thoughts from overtaking him at least. ]


I don't know what to do with my hands. [ He finally murmurs, not knowing what Dodger likes, not really knowing what anyone likes. He hadn't had to think so much when it came to Judith. His hands had been pretty busy. ]
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