All of this is gross, idiot. [After all, who shoves their fingers up a place like that? He must be stupidly in love with him to do this. His mouth feels dry when his fingers press there.] You're going to be the death of me.
[He breathes it out softly, eyes narrowing when he slowly slides his index finger in a little. His heart feels as though it's convulsing from the pressure and they're not wet enough they're really not--]
Does it-- [his voice cracks, a little overwhelmed because this is too much, almost.] --hurt?
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[He breathes it out softly, eyes narrowing when he slowly slides his index finger in a little. His heart feels as though it's convulsing from the pressure and they're not wet enough they're really not--]
Does it-- [his voice cracks, a little overwhelmed because this is too much, almost.] --hurt?