[Pressing was indeed the issue, and it was made worse by Vincent's decision to drive his hips against his host's with more force than before. Lips parted, more than just another gasp attempted to escape Kit after. Vincent's name was perched precariously on the tip of his tongue until, sharply biting the inside of his own cheeks to silence himself, he buried that secret deep.
As deep as his hips reflexively fought back against the other boy's, both in brutal retaliation and...
...was he actually allowing this? Seeking it out, even?]
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As deep as his hips reflexively fought back against the other boy's, both in brutal retaliation and...
...was he actually allowing this? Seeking it out, even?]