[ U’rajul groans and arches his back, inhaling sharply and twitching when Rejeh’li finds what he’s looking for. ]
That’s not very nice. [ Chiding. Playful. He doesn’t really want nice. He’s just as hard as Rejeh’li is, and he wants this, desperately wants to feel Rejeh’li inside him. The metal of the collar isn’t cool anymore, but he’s still keenly aware of it. He uncrosses his arms and fists a hand in the bedsheets in anticipation. ]
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That’s not very nice. [ Chiding. Playful. He doesn’t really want nice. He’s just as hard as Rejeh’li is, and he wants this, desperately wants to feel Rejeh’li inside him. The metal of the collar isn’t cool anymore, but he’s still keenly aware of it. He uncrosses his arms and fists a hand in the bedsheets in anticipation. ]