[Proko moans sharply, a little startled when John takes the cue and just goes for it. He nearly climbs up Kavinsky, flailing back against him even as he rocks his hips to try to find some rhythm in the way John's thumb moves, or maybe he's just trying to impose one.
John moves and Proko's hand falls away; he looks disappointed.]
S'okay, John. Just lemme-- [He can't quite finish the sentence. He's good with cocks, and he knows he can make John feel good if he stays close. ]
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John moves and Proko's hand falls away; he looks disappointed.]
S'okay, John. Just lemme-- [He can't quite finish the sentence. He's good with cocks, and he knows he can make John feel good if he stays close. ]