Moaning low in his throat, his fingers squeeze hard enough to leave small
white imprints on Murdock's skin - that panting voice does things to him he
can't even begin to explain.
Pushing up as much as he can, he lets his tongue push gently against the
opening - pushing and wiggling inside him to get him just wet enough that
when his grip loosens to touch him again, it's easy to slide his middle
finger in purposefully slow.
"You..." he pants, leaning back against the pillows with a wide grin,
letting his fingers do the work. "You're amazing."
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Date: 2013-07-12 07:37 am (UTC)Moaning low in his throat, his fingers squeeze hard enough to leave small white imprints on Murdock's skin - that panting voice does things to him he can't even begin to explain.
Pushing up as much as he can, he lets his tongue push gently against the opening - pushing and wiggling inside him to get him just wet enough that when his grip loosens to touch him again, it's easy to slide his middle finger in purposefully slow.
"You..." he pants, leaning back against the pillows with a wide grin, letting his fingers do the work. "You're amazing."