His cry echoes in the enclosed room, the tugging burn at his nipple a perfect counterpoint to that teasing slowness at his opening. It's deliciously cruel, and Nathaniel is prepared to simply drown in it.
"I..." It takes him a moment to form the sentence. "I can't do much in this position for you."
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Date: 2009-09-24 09:49 am (UTC)"I..." It takes him a moment to form the sentence. "I can't do much in this position for you."