[ lance's eyes go absolutely saucer-huge at the sight of the little gold chain and he whimpers involuntarily, his turn to press his thighs together against the hot spark of heat in his belly and the accompanying little spurt of slick. his hands at matt's waist twitch, wanting to investigate, wanting to get back on matt's swollen tits or his full, round stomach, but he recoils at the offer to be touched himself, tugging his robe more tightly closed even as his instincts shriek at him to say yes. ]
I-- just you. Just let me touch you. [ he's afraid of his reaction, if he lets matt put a hand between his legs. he's afraid it'll feel so good he won't notice something he's not ready for. ]
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I-- just you. Just let me touch you. [ he's afraid of his reaction, if he lets matt put a hand between his legs. he's afraid it'll feel so good he won't notice something he's not ready for. ]