He focuses on her when she closes her eyes. The way her hand slides across her length, the way her chest heaves from her breathing, the way her lips look... God. Did he really think of Kaine like that?
The own heaviness from his own lap is a good enough sign of that, he supposes. A hand moves to his own lap, pressing against the hardening length there.]
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[He is too, sort of.
He focuses on her when she closes her eyes. The way her hand slides across her length, the way her chest heaves from her breathing, the way her lips look... God. Did he really think of Kaine like that?
The own heaviness from his own lap is a good enough sign of that, he supposes. A hand moves to his own lap, pressing against the hardening length there.]