Oh, god, [Riley repeats, quickly losing breath.] I guess you -- have a... [He groans. He was already getting close when Ferran decided to do this, and he's already thrusting into him faster despite himself.] F... Fe -- Ferr... oh, god.
[Zetta's eyes slide shut under Deacon's attention, and she leans back against the wall to give him better access. She slowly traces her hands up his chest, up his neck, along his jaw. After a moment, she leans forward again, aiming to kiss just under his eyes.]
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[Zetta's eyes slide shut under Deacon's attention, and she leans back against the wall to give him better access. She slowly traces her hands up his chest, up his neck, along his jaw. After a moment, she leans forward again, aiming to kiss just under his eyes.]