[ That sound. That sound from her sends a spike of heat straight through his body, hitting every good nerve on the way down to his cock.
This is not good. This is very not good.
But even though he knows he should reach for the door, run if necessary, he cannot get his body to move. It's either stand stock still or reach for her. ]
Citra. [ There's a slight note of pleading to his voice, more want, need, than not. It comes out that way, even though he is fighting for the rational thought that this shouldn't happen.
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This is not good. This is very not good.
But even though he knows he should reach for the door, run if necessary, he cannot get his body to move. It's either stand stock still or reach for her. ]
Citra. [ There's a slight note of pleading to his voice, more want, need, than not. It comes out that way, even though he is fighting for the rational thought that this shouldn't happen.
Not like this. ]
I know what this feels like. The rain...