Teeth rake his lower lip as his fingers move over his cock, now no longer trying to stave himself off, but to build that crescendo higher. Higher still. Every movement, every twitch of his fingers has him sparking and shaking, but he doesn't want to stop. Not ever.
There's a little wet at the corner of Locus's eyes, but he doesn't want to stop either, dragging in heavy breaths as he clenches reflexively around him, only to feel that spike of pleasure again, and again, wracking his body, surging through Felix.
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Teeth rake his lower lip as his fingers move over his cock, now no longer trying to stave himself off, but to build that crescendo higher. Higher still. Every movement, every twitch of his fingers has him sparking and shaking, but he doesn't want to stop. Not ever.
There's a little wet at the corner of Locus's eyes, but he doesn't want to stop either, dragging in heavy breaths as he clenches reflexively around him, only to feel that spike of pleasure again, and again, wracking his body, surging through Felix.
"So close, fuck, but you feel good. Shit..."