Len did squirm and writhe, though he still made an effort to keep the humiliating noises to a minimum. He gasped, though, and the cold fingers were so incredibly good, that he couldn't really stop the odd moan from bubbling up in his throat.
"Fuck...James," he murmured. "That's it...that's good."
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Date: 2016-09-01 12:43 am (UTC)"Fuck...James," he murmured. "That's it...that's good."