[His grip remains firm -- distracting, hopefully, jerking him while purchasing skin with teeth; more distractions, sharp and demanding. The finger slipping into him should be the least of his concerns. It's happening, slowly but surely. The depth stops a his second knuckle, a middle bent and threatening to join the first...not something he'll proceed to do until he's distinguished some sort of response. He's sure he's doing this right, it's just a matter of Lance's tolerance for it, he supposes. Whether or not he's into it...but being open to the idea's gotta be half of it.
What does he know, he'd been a virgin up until recently.]
Kiss me.
[More distractions, incitement? It's a gruff demand lacking genuine impatience, he's feigning it on purpose.]
no subject
What does he know, he'd been a virgin up until recently.]
Kiss me.
[More distractions, incitement? It's a gruff demand lacking genuine impatience, he's feigning it on purpose.]