[A nod, felt when he puts his head in against Cy's, right hand hunting around for the man's own in a familiar braid of fingers. Then he brings the handhold between them, palm still tacky with lubricant, trying to coax their joined grasp around his cock where it has flagged against the soft inner skin of a thigh.
It doesn't feel strange to transition between the emotional depth of conversation to this, a physical need. Perhaps because both are so intertwined, so intrinsic to one another — Cy has now seen him more vulnerable than anyone. And the language they share is easily communicated with his body.]
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It doesn't feel strange to transition between the emotional depth of conversation to this, a physical need. Perhaps because both are so intertwined, so intrinsic to one another — Cy has now seen him more vulnerable than anyone. And the language they share is easily communicated with his body.]
Will you do it with me, this time?