The tilt had his eyes flutter open, but they were more than a little unfocused.
Would he be proud...? He wasn't sure. But he sure was a sight, sweating a little and fighting to keep himself still. He was failing. These touches were foreign, strangely soft and somehow slick without being slimy, and seemed to be touching everywhere all at once. They were better than hands...
His stomach knotted, jumped under the touch. His legs were trembling in their attempt to maintain their composure. But his hands blindly moved for the hem of Alastor's shirt, felt around.
No, he had to... he had to return the favor... surely it can't all just be him...!
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Would he be proud...? He wasn't sure. But he sure was a sight, sweating a little and fighting to keep himself still. He was failing. These touches were foreign, strangely soft and somehow slick without being slimy, and seemed to be touching everywhere all at once. They were better than hands...
His stomach knotted, jumped under the touch. His legs were trembling in their attempt to maintain their composure. But his hands blindly moved for the hem of Alastor's shirt, felt around.
No, he had to... he had to return the favor... surely it can't all just be him...!