[Dion could die right now, and he'd be glad for it. Between bapping Cid in the face with his erection and the man bouncing it now with his thumb, he feels like he could implode in on himself, never to be seen again. As Dion tries to wrestle a response past his embarrassment, it dies in his throat as he feels Cid's tongue on it. Pleasing warmth flashing through his nerves as the sensitive skin meets the wet warmth of that tongue.]
OhβGreagor...
[He gasps that out against the hand he's brought to cover his own mouth, his eyes squeezing shut in anticipatory pleasure.]
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OhβGreagor...
[He gasps that out against the hand he's brought to cover his own mouth, his eyes squeezing shut in anticipatory pleasure.]