[It's a little embarrassing, the way every time he tries to open his mouth to speak, he just. Moans. He really can't help it though, it's maybe the wettest and sloppiest whatever-job he's received, but it feels damn good and that's really what matters here. Good to the point where he's forgetting how words work, struggling to form coherent sentences because all his lizard brain can shout at him is close close close.
Yes, he knows. He knows he's close. It's why he nods a little shakily when Ain asks if he thinks he's slick enough, his heels slipping in the wet grass as he digs them into the earth.]
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Yes, he knows. He knows he's close. It's why he nods a little shakily when Ain asks if he thinks he's slick enough, his heels slipping in the wet grass as he digs them into the earth.]
U-...uh huh...please, I can't-