Feeling those hands he loved to watch flip pages or write notes move over him, for those fingers to slide inside him... Gaura was surprised he didn't finish then and there. Bringing his hands up by his head, he grabbed hold of the blanket under him, twisting it as he felt the warmth moving inside him. Whimpering softly, he bit his lip as his hips squirmed for the man, hot and needy for what he was giving him.

"F-feels...good..."