His skin was flushed, sensation sliding over and around him and teasing almost as much in combination as each separate touch by itself. He pressed the kiss a little more insistantly, wriggling against them, wanting something, god, something. Someone to touch him, or fuck him.
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Date: 2006-11-13 08:48 pm (UTC)