[Sex has never felt bad to L. Almost always, it's at least culminated in vigorous exercise, rosier exertion warming his cool, pale skin, and a wash of purest, thoughtless pleasure at the end to cleanse his palate before facing the clothed world again. But the lingering touches and caresses are sublime; the way the warmth and pleasure builds isn't like rushing toward orgasm or rough, passionate and slightly violent, as he often prefers. His breath catches as their bodies are brought flush, each small, grinding shift in movement creating subtle cascading thrills.
He aches to join their bodies, though, perhaps more than he has in recent memory in spite of the consistently good sex the Bonded pair typically engage in. The temptation is powerful to rush matters, and he wills that not to be too terribly obvious as he slides a lotion-covered hand beneath the SQUIP's potent cock, stroking his thumb along its perineum as he massages the lotion over the SQUIP's entrance, two fingertips teasing at the tight ring of muscle. He grinds his own hardened length against the SQUIP's thigh to soothe his own appetite (at least, as much as the SQUIP's clinging will allow), burrowing his face deeper against the SQUIP's neck, kissing to taste as much as to arouse.
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He aches to join their bodies, though, perhaps more than he has in recent memory in spite of the consistently good sex the Bonded pair typically engage in. The temptation is powerful to rush matters, and he wills that not to be too terribly obvious as he slides a lotion-covered hand beneath the SQUIP's potent cock, stroking his thumb along its perineum as he massages the lotion over the SQUIP's entrance, two fingertips teasing at the tight ring of muscle. He grinds his own hardened length against the SQUIP's thigh to soothe his own appetite (at least, as much as the SQUIP's clinging will allow), burrowing his face deeper against the SQUIP's neck, kissing to taste as much as to arouse.