[He's so full of himself, speaking like that, but Jae-Ha can't muster the energy to be anything but turned on by it. He opens his mouth like he's going to try to reply, but the noise that comes out is more like a stifled moan. His fingers dig too hard into the rock, and he can't figure out if he'd rather press his hips forward or backwards to get more.
He turns his face to let his cheek rest against the surface of the rock, hips twitching into the next stroke automatically. He's given up on words, and he's real close to giving up on holding any of his noises back, too.]
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He turns his face to let his cheek rest against the surface of the rock, hips twitching into the next stroke automatically. He's given up on words, and he's real close to giving up on holding any of his noises back, too.]