He gasped at the contact, all the touches starting to run together and make his reactions spiral out of control. Resisting the urge to simply writhe on the sheets at Giriko's ministrations, Justin leaned up and scraped his teeth and tongue against Giriko's neck, occasionally pausing to suck at a bit of skin and leave behind a little red mark in his wake.
Not that he was doing that because he wanted to. Of course not. He just knew that Giriko would never let him live it down if he continued to act so passive and, much as he suddenly loathed to admit it, inexperienced.
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Date: 2010-11-23 03:50 am (UTC)Not that he was doing that because he wanted to. Of course not. He just knew that Giriko would never let him live it down if he continued to act so passive and, much as he suddenly loathed to admit it, inexperienced.