[Surely he has actually died and this is some amazing afterlife, because this sort of thing doesn't happen to him.
What does he do with his hands?
The thought is shoved right out of his mind when Chris's tongue swipes over his nipple, the heat of his tongue followed by the brush of cooler air making him squirm.
You'd think he would be more used to this by now, considering how long he's been in Duplicity. But this feels different. Good different. More fun, rather than something he's just doing for quota.
He raises his hips to let Chris push his pants down, and the touch of his fingers make Martin shiver in anticipation and pleasure.]
You're making me blush, Chris. I'm just a bit of a wallflower, I guess.
[The sudden heat of Chris's mouth, and the tug of suction makes him moan, and he tentatively reaches out to rest a hand against Chris's hair, petting it blindly.]
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[Surely he has actually died and this is some amazing afterlife, because this sort of thing doesn't happen to him.
What does he do with his hands?
The thought is shoved right out of his mind when Chris's tongue swipes over his nipple, the heat of his tongue followed by the brush of cooler air making him squirm.
You'd think he would be more used to this by now, considering how long he's been in Duplicity. But this feels different. Good different. More fun, rather than something he's just doing for quota.
He raises his hips to let Chris push his pants down, and the touch of his fingers make Martin shiver in anticipation and pleasure.]
You're making me blush, Chris. I'm just a bit of a wallflower, I guess.
[The sudden heat of Chris's mouth, and the tug of suction makes him moan, and he tentatively reaches out to rest a hand against Chris's hair, petting it blindly.]