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I saw him many times when he drilled others through the choreography, and for the most part, he didn’t wear a puffy pluderhosen nor a thick doublet, no, he wore a shirt and hose which clung tightly to his skin. He has pretty much everything: a strong back, well-built shoulders, small waist, long legs, wide calves and a slender figure.
We could just stay as friends but fuck from time to time. I mean, it.. isn’t exactly a bad thing, is it? It’s just stress relief. Not that different from masturbation, really.
… I suppose I could do that, but I want something more fulfilling. I want more than the occasional bed warmer. I want a lover.
>Accept the confession
“.. thanks, emi…”
It was a little amusing to see Zorn be this meek after I tell him I’m okay with this kind of relationship. I can see his fingers are even more restless now. A most terrible idea came into my mind. I think I can tease him more.
By deepening my breath and slowing down the speed of pronouncing words, I can create a very sultry voice. It takes some restraint and practice to not use up more breath than necessary, but the results are…
"Hey ~ "
"Ease up a little … now. "
I rest my hand on his. He still writhes for a moment, but as I maintain contact. Slowly, his breathing slows down and becomes less jittery.
And then I starts fondling his hand. My fingers grope their way around his palm, constantly pausing to rub and gently squeeze it. By the time all of our fingers were intertwined, Zorn became a mess once more.
HAHAHAHA. I love that expression. Zorn looks so bashful yet his fingers doesn’t want to let go. He lets out so many moans but I haven’t even fucked him proper yet.
