If you don't want me to go so hard, then dig in your finger more, mm. Don't...be...shy.
[STOP MAKING HOLES INTO THIS!!!]
[But Douman doesn't seem to care. Licking their lips, they pump slower now, but its more meaningful, drawing their hand from the base up as to the tip before rubbing over it with the hard flick of their thumb.]
[Well.... He loosens one of his hands, just so he can shift his body, resting his chest against Douman's shoulder as he finds another bite on the man's fact to pry his fingers into.]
Aaah, you're losing quite a bit of blood, Mr Douman..... [Even as his hips jerk a little at that thumb flick.]
[The desires to receive pain, and inflict pain. All at the same time. Its enough to make them let out a heady, low moan as the fingers dig into a new wound. This isn't wise, of course, but after an experience like that, after how worked up he was, how could he not find an outlet for it?]
You're good. You and your holes...perhaps I should...find a way to return the favor, nnn.
[Now they're just bestowing all their attention on the tip, rubbing around it in a slow circle before coaxing their touch down the shaft, nails tickling over sensitive skin.]
[He wonders how exactly Douman got so good at this... A question for later.
It's his impulse to keep his voice down. He decides the most constructive way to do this is to bite down on the other man's shoulder. So if he had anything to say it's on hold for now.]
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[Digging his grip in tighter and his reedy frame buckles at the touch.]
Not so hard...
[Which is just going to egg the clown on.]
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[STOP MAKING HOLES INTO THIS!!!]
[But Douman doesn't seem to care. Licking their lips, they pump slower now, but its more meaningful, drawing their hand from the base up as to the tip before rubbing over it with the hard flick of their thumb.]
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Aaah, you're losing quite a bit of blood, Mr Douman.....
[Even as his hips jerk a little at that thumb flick.]
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[The desires to receive pain, and inflict pain. All at the same time. Its enough to make them let out a heady, low moan as the fingers dig into a new wound. This isn't wise, of course, but after an experience like that, after how worked up he was, how could he not find an outlet for it?]
You're good. You and your holes...perhaps I should...find a way to return the favor, nnn.
[Now they're just bestowing all their attention on the tip, rubbing around it in a slow circle before coaxing their touch down the shaft, nails tickling over sensitive skin.]
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It's his impulse to keep his voice down. He decides the most constructive way to do this is to bite down on the other man's shoulder. So if he had anything to say it's on hold for now.]