[He huffs a breathless sigh before he figures out how to turn his wrist and angle his hand to give Proko what he wants - well, at least the fingering part. He pushes in deeper than he has before, and with how limited his hand movements are he can only rub Proko's inner walls, pushing all the way in up to his knuckles but not pulling his hand all the way out. It makes dirty wet noises that has John squirming uneasily.
John keeps sliding his fingers in and out in a rather rigid fashion until he fumbles at the mention of fucking. They're already fucking. If they're such a couple why can't they just fuck each other?
Wait, is John getting fucked? Is that why Kavinsky's moved? He didn't sign up for this.]
I'm nnnnuh- What- why don't you two- but- [John breathes out a few times, eyes darting around the tent trying to cut through the hazy lull of whatever he's ingested.]
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John keeps sliding his fingers in and out in a rather rigid fashion until he fumbles at the mention of fucking. They're already fucking. If they're such a couple why can't they just fuck each other?
Wait, is John getting fucked? Is that why Kavinsky's moved? He didn't sign up for this.]
I'm nnnnuh- What- why don't you two- but- [John breathes out a few times, eyes darting around the tent trying to cut through the hazy lull of whatever he's ingested.]