[From his perch, Fogado can feel Alcryst's excitement and arousal when he grinds against him. Alcryst would apologize if his mouth weren't occupied with a low groan.]
F-Fogado, please... [He tilts his head to bare more of his neck to him, giving him room to work. His hands are back on Fogado's chest, rubbing more firmly this time.]
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F-Fogado, please... [He tilts his head to bare more of his neck to him, giving him room to work. His hands are back on Fogado's chest, rubbing more firmly this time.]