[He can't believe he just did that. When Waver motions for him to stop, he does. If he's paying any attention at all to Dylas' face, he'll notice that his ears go flat like a pet that's done something wrong. He came into this wanting to keep things sort of business-like, but it turns out he's so touch-starved that it's impossible for him not to get more invested.
And Waver being so cute isn't really helping. For a moment, he wonders if he's been too aggressive in guiding and pulling Waver higher, but then he continues and that's as good a sign as any that they're still good, right? If Waver were mad, he'd stop jerking him off with those firm enough but soft hands?
Shit. He'd even moaned while their lips were together, hadn't he?]
Sorry. I'm, uh...
[The two words are muttered and then he decides not to elaborate any further. The embarrassment isn't enough to keep him from getting into this. He runs his hand down Waver's back, spreading fingers over smooth skin and resting it against his lower back. His hips keep moving. He knows he's getting close, and then at least they'll both be sweaty, sticky messes together.]
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And Waver being so cute isn't really helping. For a moment, he wonders if he's been too aggressive in guiding and pulling Waver higher, but then he continues and that's as good a sign as any that they're still good, right? If Waver were mad, he'd stop jerking him off with those firm enough but soft hands?
Shit. He'd even moaned while their lips were together, hadn't he?]
Sorry. I'm, uh...
[The two words are muttered and then he decides not to elaborate any further. The embarrassment isn't enough to keep him from getting into this. He runs his hand down Waver's back, spreading fingers over smooth skin and resting it against his lower back. His hips keep moving. He knows he's getting close, and then at least they'll both be sweaty, sticky messes together.]