[In some ways, Lance seems looser than he'd been; not literally, but literally in another sense? Leaning against that digit, verbally requesting something more. A soft little kiss finds the side of his neck as that additional finger bumps and slips past that ring to join his first, slowly but surely, no bending or twisting. He's reluctant to pause at his second knuckle here -- Lance seemed to want more even before that request.
So he pushes further in -- getting more snug, but it's not like his fingers are losing circulation? It's taught but fine.]
How's that?
[He's stopped pumping him by then, though the grip remains. His two fingers separate slightly, the start of a scissor-like motion.]
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So he pushes further in -- getting more snug, but it's not like his fingers are losing circulation? It's taught but fine.]
How's that?
[He's stopped pumping him by then, though the grip remains. His two fingers separate slightly, the start of a scissor-like motion.]