(a little edging never hurt a soul. he can feel the climax coming on his lips, with each breath, each twitch, the salty taste against his tongue. he'll let go, only to bring his lips to kiss upwards to a nipple to suck against. it's misdirection, as his hands busy themselves coating a few fingers with lube.
one of them even dares to circle around the entrance, a warning it will enter.)
NO WORRIES
one of them even dares to circle around the entrance, a warning it will enter.)