[He does as he's told, thrusting harder into him and groaning even louder. His other hand snakes up from Turlough's hip to run over his side, his stomach, back up to his chest and he keeps rubbing him all the while. He doesn't know how much he can keep up like this, or how hard he can go without hurting him, but he wants to savor the feel of him, both under his hands and wrapped around his cock, as long as he can.]
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