[ With every motion, there's something like a barrier. The waistband of his underwear catches on the leather of Ren's glove, strokes stuttering. There's nothing smooth about it and his frustration grows with each pass. He can't say he's close, exactly, but he isn't going anywhere with a touch that halts as much as it does. He swallows his words momentarily, though, when the other man presses close, hips flush.
At the contact, he feels like he's burning up from his hairline all the way down to his stomach and lower. Muscles shift as he settles back, pulse pounding in his ears at the sensation. He wants more than this, more than their coverings will allow. Stilling, he breathes out heavily, covering the sound of a moan when Ren grinds forward, erection felt through layers. ]
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Date: 2016-03-28 03:36 am (UTC)At the contact, he feels like he's burning up from his hairline all the way down to his stomach and lower. Muscles shift as he settles back, pulse pounding in his ears at the sensation. He wants more than this, more than their coverings will allow. Stilling, he breathes out heavily, covering the sound of a moan when Ren grinds forward, erection felt through layers. ]
Get on with it or get out.