[Riley squeezes his eyes shut again, biting back a low groan.] Oh, god. Oh, this isn't going to take long. [Despite Ferran's reassurance, he's still too nervous to start moving. He breathes out shakily, fingers digging into Ferran's hips.
Zetta clutches Deacon to her, her hand pressing against the back of his head, breathing hard. Fuck... fuck. This... This was everything she's been wanting. ... needing. She wants to start trying to return the favor of Deacon's words, but speaking is still too far out of reach for her. And even then, she doesn't think she wants the others to hear it. She wants it for Deacon's ears, and his ears only, if she could manage to get herself to say it in the first place.]
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Zetta clutches Deacon to her, her hand pressing against the back of his head, breathing hard. Fuck... fuck. This... This was everything she's been wanting. ... needing. She wants to start trying to return the favor of Deacon's words, but speaking is still too far out of reach for her. And even then, she doesn't think she wants the others to hear it. She wants it for Deacon's ears, and his ears only, if she could manage to get herself to say it in the first place.]