[ thomas turns his face just in time to see william spill, jerking with it, positioned away just in time. it doesn't help his own need, the insistent ache of it, but--
thomas is a patient man. ]
There's no rush. [ he manages, after clearing his throat. he sounds as wrecked as william, he thinks, and turns back to mouth at william's thigh, no real goal in mind but wanting the contact.
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thomas is a patient man. ]
There's no rush. [ he manages, after clearing his throat. he sounds as wrecked as william, he thinks, and turns back to mouth at william's thigh, no real goal in mind but wanting the contact.
there isn't any rush, really, but-- ] Please.