So he needs bolder, stronger, insistent. The sight that Estinien does not possess tells him of how the space around him is changing, making him more sensitive to movement, to the way that space is filled. The glittering gem set in the middle of his brow tells him what the other two can't: Estinien is filling space in new ways.
He again puts his mouth to Estinien's neck, letting his unwrapped hand stroke along Estinien's thigh knowing that cock is starting to twitch.
"You're not immune to touch," he says, as his hand skirts higher on his thigh. "Focus if you can there, Dragoon, and stop overthinking, because I'm going to touch you more directly."
He commands with casual ease, the weight of authority padded in a soft voice that no longer echoes through a cavernous helm, as his hand moves over smallclothes, finding that hardening cock beneath the linen and palming it. His mouth return to business, sucking at Estinien's long neck. Hopefully the lizard brain will do what it should: cross pleasure wires and help him along, with wet sucking at his neck as his hand strokes Estinien's cock turning into a mix of sensation that remind his dick of what he could be doing.
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He again puts his mouth to Estinien's neck, letting his unwrapped hand stroke along Estinien's thigh knowing that cock is starting to twitch.
"You're not immune to touch," he says, as his hand skirts higher on his thigh. "Focus if you can there, Dragoon, and stop overthinking, because I'm going to touch you more directly."
He commands with casual ease, the weight of authority padded in a soft voice that no longer echoes through a cavernous helm, as his hand moves over smallclothes, finding that hardening cock beneath the linen and palming it. His mouth return to business, sucking at Estinien's long neck. Hopefully the lizard brain will do what it should: cross pleasure wires and help him along, with wet sucking at his neck as his hand strokes Estinien's cock turning into a mix of sensation that remind his dick of what he could be doing.