[ It takes Rau a moment to nestle between Gil’s legs; he has to pull up neglected memories of how long limbs are meant to fit together, and he’s still too pleasantly light to hurry. He traces the marks he dug into Gil’s thighs before propping himself up on his elbows and watching Gil thoughtfully. There’s the perpetual inclination to tease and agitate and make Gil work for it, but Rau frankly isn’t sure he has the focus for it right now. And, in any case, he’s fairly certain that he can take Gil completely apart the more direct way.
He runs a finger up Gil’s length again, this time starting just below the balls and ending with a small, tight circle over the tip. He keeps his eyes on Gil’s face through the movement, evaluating, testing preferences and reactions. Then, without warning, he dips his head and retraces the same path with his tongue. ]
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He runs a finger up Gil’s length again, this time starting just below the balls and ending with a small, tight circle over the tip. He keeps his eyes on Gil’s face through the movement, evaluating, testing preferences and reactions. Then, without warning, he dips his head and retraces the same path with his tongue. ]