Right, right! [ despite how fast he replies, he's careful when he removes his hand. there's no blood, since this is him cheating with his magic in a novel way. ]
To help? [ wow they're both pretty flushed, huh? (his braincells are still several feet up there somewhere). he tucks some hair away from hwylryn's face, eyes confused and searching. pointedly ignoring how the rest of him feels, at least for now. ]
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To help? [ wow they're both pretty flushed, huh? (his braincells are still several feet up there somewhere). he tucks some hair away from hwylryn's face, eyes confused and searching. pointedly ignoring how the rest of him feels, at least for now. ]
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( As Ish removes his hand with a tender mindfulness, a gasp, slightly breathy, escapes his lips.
He swallows, getting a grip of himself - missing the feel of Ish inside him already (maybe we shouldn't phrase it like that) (but also)
As for the question, well. Once he's sort of reoriented proper, he shifts a little bit . . . palming Ish through the fabric, )
. . . If you want.
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it's hard to get out words and ish is in actual danger of biting his tongue, beet red, the pupils of his eyes thin slits. he tries again, fruitlessly.
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
his heart thunders in his ears, and he aches in a way he's never known until now. ]
You'resobeautifulandIcan'tmmmmmmnYeahIyeahplease.
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