[Sorey has to pull off to catch his breath, as much as he doesn't want to, but he wants to give Dezel more too. Every time his clothes brush against his own erection he shudders, and he presses up for the closeness, to kiss Dezel, to kiss that strong, smooth jaw and to taste the sharp points of his teeth.] Do we have gels? [Sorey asks breathlessly, because those'll work, right? He can at least get a finger inside of Dezel that way, really get to that spot to make him yell.]
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