Everest
Curled forward, Ever is wincing about the pain while his left hand continues to encourage his erection on. It's as if he isn't conscious of what his hand is doing, and since it all feels relatively good, nothing in the background processes of his brain think it's worth stopping. Still, as Mateo tries to right him, the frown Ever gives him is absolutely pathetic and sad. "I don't like to masturbate." He admits, lowering his eyes. "It feels disrespectful."
But, back leaning against the couch, his hand continues to move slowly up and down even as he pouts up at Mateo. "What are you busy with? Still Heidi?"
But, back leaning against the couch, his hand continues to move slowly up and down even as he pouts up at Mateo. "What are you busy with? Still Heidi?"
I was a dead man walking,
with bloodshot eyes—right place, wrong time.
with bloodshot eyes—right place, wrong time.