[There's a soft gasp, shaky and needy, Matt's nails blunt against the back of Shiro's neck, clutching him closer.] I-I like that.
[Then, arching his back a little, pushing forward into the soft, wet heat of Shiro's mouth, knees buckling, he manages:] I don't...really know what...what else. I. Show me. Show me what you know.
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[Then, arching his back a little, pushing forward into the soft, wet heat of Shiro's mouth, knees buckling, he manages:] I don't...really know what...what else. I. Show me. Show me what you know.