[ his own pants are easy, pretty modern jeans to get undone, along with briefs under it. slot lets out a breathless laugh, finally taking whisky in hand ]
[ he's working at getting them down and there's a low hiss as he's finally grabbed; he doesn't resist the urge now to move into his hand, fuck into his grip, already worked up enough he doesn't want to wait ]
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Can't think of a reason.
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Good.
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