( randel swallows him down and thomas moans at the heightened sensation of something, someone inside of him, if only fingers, and the heat of randel's mouth around him. it all feels so much, so good, the fairy weed making everything stronger, leaving him breathless almost immediately. his hands curl into randel's hair, encouraging without ever pulling -- until he's close, so close and he doesn't think he can bear it another moment without the tension breaking. )
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I'm ready.