His body actually shook with the one-two overload of touch input, trying to hold still and keep himself from jerking, bucking, or any variant thereof. "Haaa--" The syllable was barely breathed from his throat, knuckles white as they gripped for purchase. Then, as the bead slid past the ring of muscle, he let out a long, nearly desperate moan. Toomuchtoomuch...!
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Re: Kirk/Spock -
Date: 2010-02-26 02:49 am (UTC)