He wonders if he's done wrong, hearing the headboard creak above him. He's still catching his breath and in that he waits for Dodger to start, his heart racing with the thrill of his own uncertainty.
And then at last, he's gripped. His moan joins Dodger's in a faint chorus. He's surprised but grateful for the slower build-up. His arms reach up for Dodger, to touch, to lock around his neck, whatever he can do. There's no rocking his own hips back while gripping like this, but he tries to help, shifting his body whatever way he can to give what Dodger's looking for. Until another moan rings louder than the last.
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And then at last, he's gripped. His moan joins Dodger's in a faint chorus. He's surprised but grateful for the slower build-up. His arms reach up for Dodger, to touch, to lock around his neck, whatever he can do. There's no rocking his own hips back while gripping like this, but he tries to help, shifting his body whatever way he can to give what Dodger's looking for. Until another moan rings louder than the last.