[He was being purposefully coy as he dragged his fingers up Bedivere's waist when he felt the hand settling on top of his head.
Dazai chuckled and blew a raspberry on Bedivere's skin, breaking the buildup that he had barely started. Talk about bringing vanilla to a whole new level.]
You can massage my scalp if you'd like. Just not too much or I might fall asleep even before I've had my fill of your dick.
[However that came across in Bedivere's imagination. The point was that talking dirty was entertaining when his audience of one was this kind of attentive, and Dazai shifted a little, deliberately rubbing against Bedivere's groin. So was that firmness poking him just his imagination, or did he now have more excuses to get handsy?]
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[He was being purposefully coy as he dragged his fingers up Bedivere's waist when he felt the hand settling on top of his head.
Dazai chuckled and blew a raspberry on Bedivere's skin, breaking the buildup that he had barely started. Talk about bringing vanilla to a whole new level.]
You can massage my scalp if you'd like. Just not too much or I might fall asleep even before I've had my fill of your dick.
[However that came across in Bedivere's imagination. The point was that talking dirty was entertaining when his audience of one was this kind of attentive, and Dazai shifted a little, deliberately rubbing against Bedivere's groin. So was that firmness poking him just his imagination, or did he now have more excuses to get handsy?]