[ trevor would love to have geralt do that for him. he'd love to feel geralt's teeth against his lips or his neck or anywhere on his skin, to have geralt's hands on him, to touch and be touched —
the strain in geralt's voice makes his stomach tighten again, want surging, strong enough that he thinks he can taste it at the back of his throat. it's a desperate thing, overwhelming already, and he's barely holding himself together. geralt's hand finds his arm, pulling him in, and trevor moans, the noise startling but not something he could have kept inside, closing the last of the distance between them to fit himself against geralt's body, broad and solid like his own, seeking pressure against his swelling cock, friction, anything —
inside. right. yes. doing this inside would be good, wouldn't it? it takes him a moment to find his voice, throat working. ]
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the strain in geralt's voice makes his stomach tighten again, want surging, strong enough that he thinks he can taste it at the back of his throat. it's a desperate thing, overwhelming already, and he's barely holding himself together. geralt's hand finds his arm, pulling him in, and trevor moans, the noise startling but not something he could have kept inside, closing the last of the distance between them to fit himself against geralt's body, broad and solid like his own, seeking pressure against his swelling cock, friction, anything —
inside. right. yes. doing this inside would be good, wouldn't it? it takes him a moment to find his voice, throat working. ]
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