[Tate keeps his hand moving, slow strokes a steady constant - wrist moving to accommodate a gentle twist to the way he pumps, thumbing over the head of his cock with quiet precision when near the tip. His hair sticks back, darkened blond curls slick to his skull as the water keeps rushing down in the shower only a few feet away. Soon the tank'll be empty, but Tate doesn't care.]
I need to do that better.
[Pretend to be okay, when he isn't. He's not great at hiding it.]
I liked it when it was- when it was just us.
[Before, in general. The time at the orgy. That feeling.]
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I need to do that better.
[Pretend to be okay, when he isn't. He's not great at hiding it.]
I liked it when it was- when it was just us.
[Before, in general. The time at the orgy. That feeling.]