[But then his spike is pushed into dense, slick heat and he gives up, tipping his head back and moaning desperately. His hands find Spinister's shoulders and squeeze hard, fumbling up to his helm, but his touch there is gentle and slow, stroking deliberately even as he writhes and curses and struggles to keep his hips still.]
More. [His voice is ragged and he clenches down around the finger Spin pressed into him, pushing his hips lower without really thrusting up. His fingertips trace down the side of Spinister's helm, following gently along the edge as he shudders.] Come on, not going to break.
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[But then his spike is pushed into dense, slick heat and he gives up, tipping his head back and moaning desperately. His hands find Spinister's shoulders and squeeze hard, fumbling up to his helm, but his touch there is gentle and slow, stroking deliberately even as he writhes and curses and struggles to keep his hips still.]
More. [His voice is ragged and he clenches down around the finger Spin pressed into him, pushing his hips lower without really thrusting up. His fingertips trace down the side of Spinister's helm, following gently along the edge as he shudders.] Come on, not going to break.