[His own breath draws in sharply at the feeling of their bare erections pressing together. Abruptly, it occurs to Riddle that Floyd doesn't intend to resume the kiss, and his stomach flip-flops.
At first, he simply tries to weather it, tries to focus on the desire and pleasure as he clings to Floyd for dear life. But the anxiety is creeping in like a poison.
Too much too much too much—]
Floyd. [His voice is a breathless kind of whispery, more than a hint of desperation in it.] Keep kissing me.
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At first, he simply tries to weather it, tries to focus on the desire and pleasure as he clings to Floyd for dear life. But the anxiety is creeping in like a poison.
Too much too much too much—]
Floyd. [His voice is a breathless kind of whispery, more than a hint of desperation in it.] Keep kissing me.