[But he finally relents of his grip on Petre's face, so he can roll back his shoulders and let his shirt fall off. If Petre wants to see more, touch more, feel more? Finch'll let him have it. Just as he'll yank Petre's pants down to his ankles, before pushing his knees up toward his chest. All so he can duck down, get between Petre's thighs and have Petre's bound legs to his back, looped around Finch's sides.]
[ Finch is more direct than Petre imagined; as he takes care of clothes, Petre has his hands on anything he can touch, angling his head toward his own shoulder, squeezing his fingers around the other man's arm.
Naked, cock lightly rubbing against skin as Finch bends his body, Petre presses his knees a little tighter and grabs Finch by the hair, tugging him close. ]
[He sucks his teeth when he says it in reply, fingers tracing up along Petre's inner thigh, toying with his balls but otherwise dancing around his cock. He's pretty intent to try and make him squirm.]
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[But he finally relents of his grip on Petre's face, so he can roll back his shoulders and let his shirt fall off. If Petre wants to see more, touch more, feel more? Finch'll let him have it. Just as he'll yank Petre's pants down to his ankles, before pushing his knees up toward his chest. All so he can duck down, get between Petre's thighs and have Petre's bound legs to his back, looped around Finch's sides.]
C'mon and say please, and I'll touch ya.
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Naked, cock lightly rubbing against skin as Finch bends his body, Petre presses his knees a little tighter and grabs Finch by the hair, tugging him close. ]
I hate it when people tell me what to do.
[ Yet he's grinning as he says it. How weird. ]
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[He sucks his teeth when he says it in reply, fingers tracing up along Petre's inner thigh, toying with his balls but otherwise dancing around his cock. He's pretty intent to try and make him squirm.]
Try again.
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