[Dezel would gladly keep on arguing, but that punctuated thrust has him crying out with enthusiasm. It's enough to scramble his brain for a minute, that's for sure. He scratches at Sorey's shoulders as he tries to reclaim some semblance of thought and control from the froth of pleasure.]
Don't-- don't tell me what to do, [he mumbles, and squeezes around Sorey deliberately.] Or at least sound more c-convincing.
[He squeezes Sorey's hips with his thighs, shifts his grip from tanned skin to messy brown hair. He tugs a little, then goes back to running his fingers through it.]
Be as pushy as you want. You don't have to hold back.
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Don't-- don't tell me what to do, [he mumbles, and squeezes around Sorey deliberately.] Or at least sound more c-convincing.
[He squeezes Sorey's hips with his thighs, shifts his grip from tanned skin to messy brown hair. He tugs a little, then goes back to running his fingers through it.]
Be as pushy as you want. You don't have to hold back.
[IT'S OKAY TO TOP A LITTLE]