[An arch of his back as he feels the delicious friction of the tendril working in and out of him. It feels so good, but it's also frustrating that it hasn't hit where he wants it to. The mind numbing pleasure that would make him see stars.
But Neuvillette is giving him so much; his mind slowly falling apart under all the sensation.]
More. Faster. [It doesn't matter. He just wants whatever Neuvillette will give him. He doesn't want to be greedy. To take too much. Whatever the other is willing to give him, he'll take graciously.] Whatever you'll give me.
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But Neuvillette is giving him so much; his mind slowly falling apart under all the sensation.]
More. Faster. [It doesn't matter. He just wants whatever Neuvillette will give him. He doesn't want to be greedy. To take too much. Whatever the other is willing to give him, he'll take graciously.] Whatever you'll give me.