( honestly absolutely nothing but the fact that there is fabric in the way that he needs to shove away with his hands before they can actually engage in anything.
damned clothing. why must it exist? it's not like he even gets that cold all that oftenโ
(at some point, after the fact, the sane part of Steak's brain might realise just how quickly things escalated here, but right now he doesn't give a damn. fine. he'll be a stupid, hormonally led human for a night. it's fine.) )
Is thisโ ( his question starts as he begins to align Dohalim's hips, grunting as his cock teases the entrance, hot, addictive friction almost causing him to forget the important parts.
right. lube. that's gotta be in one of those bedside tables, right? he's just gonna haul Dohalim with him, pressing him into the wall as his hips rock into him, stroking the length of his cock against bare skin while he blindly reaches andโ
ah! there's the bastard. he rushes to uncap it, to smear slick fluid over his hand and then his cock, gently urging the head of his cock to meet that spot and push insideโ )
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damned clothing. why must it exist? it's not like he even gets that cold all that oftenโ
(at some point, after the fact, the sane part of Steak's brain might realise just how quickly things escalated here, but right now he doesn't give a damn. fine. he'll be a stupid, hormonally led human for a night. it's fine.) )
Is thisโ ( his question starts as he begins to align Dohalim's hips, grunting as his cock teases the entrance, hot, addictive friction almost causing him to forget the important parts.
right. lube. that's gotta be in one of those bedside tables, right? he's just gonna haul Dohalim with him, pressing him into the wall as his hips rock into him, stroking the length of his cock against bare skin while he blindly reaches andโ
ah! there's the bastard. he rushes to uncap it, to smear slick fluid over his hand and then his cock, gently urging the head of his cock to meet that spot and push insideโ )
... better?