[ he refrains a more pleased exhale, seeing the small rise it drew from silva (in more ways than one) and begins to tilt his hips to the movement of his hand before he begins to speak-- it's like he doesn't let himself catch it at first, repeating the words in his head with a frown. repetitive, getting handjobs, oh no-- but that's not where this is going at all. he's done worse, however, than this. he's had to listen to her directly scold him as he was knuckle deep in what he considered a new lead (debatable, he knows). ]
Well-- At least I can count on better dental.
[ rude, and openly so and he can't help mimicking him now, laughing low and easy against his jaw, rolling his hips into the movement of his hand. ]
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Well-- At least I can count on better dental.
[ rude, and openly so and he can't help mimicking him now, laughing low and easy against his jaw, rolling his hips into the movement of his hand. ]