[There's protest only in form of how he's standing. He pushes back for an extra moment...but eventually sinks forward, thumping an elbow against the side of tubtile, bracing himself haphazardly. He's got nothing to grab at, weh.]
We just did this!
[Like that's any reason to forego a continuation. If Lance weren't so diligent in his touches, he might've lost his erection with that. Panicking and such. On the other hand, it pulses to full attention within his palm and his head lolls to the side -- another soft thunk marking the moment his skull meets tile.]
You know it's good.
[How easy it is to fluff up Lance's ego when he's spiraling out of his mind. Contrary to how impatient he'd come off moments ago, it's like he's entering a dreamlike reality. Brb.]
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We just did this!
[Like that's any reason to forego a continuation. If Lance weren't so diligent in his touches, he might've lost his erection with that. Panicking and such. On the other hand, it pulses to full attention within his palm and his head lolls to the side -- another soft thunk marking the moment his skull meets tile.]
You know it's good.
[How easy it is to fluff up Lance's ego when he's spiraling out of his mind. Contrary to how impatient he'd come off moments ago, it's like he's entering a dreamlike reality. Brb.]