[the combination of everything, his voice, his hand, this tone, his reassurance... what few reservations Tonic may have still had are banished somewhere else, to another place and time when there won't be someone unbelievably attractive in front of him, with a hand on his thigh, all but promising him pleasure and safety and a very, very good time.
whatever answer he could have prepared is bowled over by a soft groan--maybe in agreement, but mostly a mindless expression of want as he ducks his head and shifts again, encouraging Tek to keep touching him but mostly wanting to feel friction below the waist.
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whatever answer he could have prepared is bowled over by a soft groan--maybe in agreement, but mostly a mindless expression of want as he ducks his head and shifts again, encouraging Tek to keep touching him but mostly wanting to feel friction below the waist.
he's done talking now. he's good.]