[The hum is answered with an unrepentant moan, soft and low but undeniably reverberating through the warm heavy air of the little washroom. So much nicer, after all, to feel utterly unashamed of allowing himself the things that truly sent his heart racing.
All the control left in William has to be concentrated in his hips and his fingers, keeping both as still as he can manage. It's his fingers that slip slightly, grip tightening a hair from gently to needing, before he can force himself to relax again.
The trouble with teasing, apparently, is that it starts moments like this at quite a high tempo.]
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All the control left in William has to be concentrated in his hips and his fingers, keeping both as still as he can manage. It's his fingers that slip slightly, grip tightening a hair from gently to needing, before he can force himself to relax again.
The trouble with teasing, apparently, is that it starts moments like this at quite a high tempo.]