[Fingers press against his throat and Ethan sighs pleasantly, raking in slow, effort-filled breaths in turn. It feels nice, and at least he expected that. The words almost make him laugh, hand twisting over his cock, teasing under the head.]
Wouldn't want to come to early, right...?
[When fingers trail over his cheek, Ethan tilts his head to graze his lips over them, soft and fond.]
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Wouldn't want to come to early, right...?
[When fingers trail over his cheek, Ethan tilts his head to graze his lips over them, soft and fond.]