It's not what he wants to hear, not when it hurts... so he lowers himself over him and kisses the hurt away as best he can.
"Not alone..." he murmurs, stroking himself over the curve of his ass as he opens his thighs wider - trying to make it easier on him. He feels like he should say more, but the words aren't there - there's no way to say them. Instead, he strokes his fingers over the warm cleft as delicately as a china doll - pushing his slick middle finger slowly inside him.
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Date: 2013-03-12 09:40 am (UTC)"Not alone..." he murmurs, stroking himself over the curve of his ass as he opens his thighs wider - trying to make it easier on him. He feels like he should say more, but the words aren't there - there's no way to say them. Instead, he strokes his fingers over the warm cleft as delicately as a china doll - pushing his slick middle finger slowly inside him.