[ Tim looks up at him from between his legs in alarm, a startled deer having stepped on too loud a twig. He doesn't hear it as a real question, because it seems, to him, quite obvious what his intentions are down here. He tenses, fearful that he's gone too far. ]
Sorry, I thought - I wanted to - um, use my mouth on you. [ Cheek resting on his inner thigh, tongue darting over his lips. ] Is that too much?
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Date: 2025-04-15 10:57 pm (UTC)[ Tim looks up at him from between his legs in alarm, a startled deer having stepped on too loud a twig. He doesn't hear it as a real question, because it seems, to him, quite obvious what his intentions are down here. He tenses, fearful that he's gone too far. ]
Sorry, I thought - I wanted to - um, use my mouth on you. [ Cheek resting on his inner thigh, tongue darting over his lips. ] Is that too much?