[ His fingers curl against his side, scratching lightly. His fidgets really do surprise him, but sometimes, he has to remember he's the same age, too. His interior doesn't mean his body will be cold and rigid, too. If he can get him going, at least he'll give him a good notch in his headboard. Not a bad deal for food and a roof, if he says so himself.
He hears himself laugh a little as he curses, sliding his tongue under the loose skin and sliding his tongue in a smooth circle around the head. His fingers slide down, holding him in the firm ring of his fingers again, starting to stroke him with slow, confident motions of his wrist. He almost chides him, but he almost wants to hear that impatience in his voice. For him, the only limitation is his jaw getting sore. Other than that, he'll take his time. He has until morning. ]
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He hears himself laugh a little as he curses, sliding his tongue under the loose skin and sliding his tongue in a smooth circle around the head. His fingers slide down, holding him in the firm ring of his fingers again, starting to stroke him with slow, confident motions of his wrist. He almost chides him, but he almost wants to hear that impatience in his voice. For him, the only limitation is his jaw getting sore. Other than that, he'll take his time. He has until morning. ]