[Well, Mephisto certainly knows how to orchestrate that music with those hands of his. He cries out at the pinching and tugging, even as he'd been trying to hold himself back. The teasing at his legs is no better, close but not close enough, only making him twitch with want.]
Nnn— [What an embarrassing sound, that impatient drawn out hum. He moves his legs, bends them at the knee, lifts his hips, tries to hook them around Mephisto— anything that might give him more friction. But none of it is enough, and of course, he's asking for him to beg.
He lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding, face flushed and turned towards one of his arms to avoid looking at Mephisto. He presses his lips together. Quietly, he can appreciate how damn good Mephisto is at this, but it's not anything he wants to admit aloud...]
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Nnn— [What an embarrassing sound, that impatient drawn out hum. He moves his legs, bends them at the knee, lifts his hips, tries to hook them around Mephisto— anything that might give him more friction. But none of it is enough, and of course, he's asking for him to beg.
He lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding, face flushed and turned towards one of his arms to avoid looking at Mephisto. He presses his lips together. Quietly, he can appreciate how damn good Mephisto is at this, but it's not anything he wants to admit aloud...]
Please. [There, that's nice, right...]