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[Still breathing the words touch me, his eyebrows knitted together when Iwaizumi started avoiding his prostate then and he was given a little relief - it doesn't change how badly his cock ached or the precum beading at the tip. He felt like he was going to blow any minute, he was going to make too much of a mess for how tight the coil in his gut was. Is it possible to be too turned on? Brown eyes follow that tongue when it moves across his lips and he just watches him with an impossibly bright gaze, panting with his tongue peeking out of his mouth and his lips curved in such a smile.]

Touch my dick, I want to feel your hands on me. Touch my body, touch my chest, just touch me.