[ 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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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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