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[if pleasing Blue is what Yzak wants here, it's what he gets to do. Blue's moans a soft, pleasured note as nerves send those feelings throughout, and for a few strokes there, he's at a loss for what he can even do. his head dips against Yzak's shoulder, sighing out hot little breaths while he's steadily worked over, hands roaming, unable to keep still in the midst of it, feeling around Yzak before coming at rest on his neck, his shoulder.

while peppering his neck with breathy kisses, whimpering as he's being coaxed to the brink:] All over...you make me feel wonderful all over, Yzak...