Ah, god. Yes. More. Hermes, please. [He moans as he feels him start to move, greedy and eager for more. He tries to roll his hips again, grinding against Hermes and pushing him deeper. He tilts his head to look up at him, pupils blown, the blue of his iris only a small halo.
His fingers dig into Herme's hip, trying to coax him to move as his other hand finds the back of his neck, his hairline damp with sweat. Guiding him down, he eagerly pushes up to crash their lips together, the kiss hot and deep and hungry. He can't help but moan against his lips.]
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His fingers dig into Herme's hip, trying to coax him to move as his other hand finds the back of his neck, his hairline damp with sweat. Guiding him down, he eagerly pushes up to crash their lips together, the kiss hot and deep and hungry. He can't help but moan against his lips.]