[And there's something to be said of it, even for someone like him who exalts in the rough and the painful. The wall scrapes harsh against his cheek and the firm rhythmic grip around his cock leaves his breath fractured and broken, quite clearly desperate for more. But there's something in the soft counterpoint of the press of lips to his cool flesh, the softness there along with the rough, small acts of unexpected tenderness.
And no, he doesn't know what to do with such things, but in the depths of his oncoming passion, he'll take it, whatever he's given. Greedily.]
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And no, he doesn't know what to do with such things, but in the depths of his oncoming passion, he'll take it, whatever he's given. Greedily.]