{ the hand holding his own thigh digs in at the extra pressure and his teeth worry at his lower lip for a moment before his lips part again to force his breath to regulate again. it definitely isn't as easy as before, but he's glad they decided to use the oil as saliva was never going to be enough for this.
but his gaze stays fixed on thoma's face, even when his head tilts slightly, almost tempted to bury his face into the crook of his own arm instead. instead of letting himself move to that position, however, he lets thoma see him like this, his fingers shifting up to grip at the bed above his head instead. }
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but his gaze stays fixed on thoma's face, even when his head tilts slightly, almost tempted to bury his face into the crook of his own arm instead. instead of letting himself move to that position, however, he lets thoma see him like this, his fingers shifting up to grip at the bed above his head instead. }