HWYLRYN ✴

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[coldseep]

Ah . . .

( 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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I—You— [ hwylryn is so beautiful, from his delicate eyeslashes, to his soft lips, to his slender, elegant, fingers that are—

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.

[coldseep]

( A message to all Ishes: please survive )