[The way he can feel the sound of that moan jolts straight through him. He shifts his legs further apart, all encouragement, eagerness. He's breathless, each breath a trembling, shuddering inhale, exhaled as moans and encouragement and pleas for more.
His toes curl against the leaf-littered ground, eyes fixed on the canopy above.]
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His toes curl against the leaf-littered ground, eyes fixed on the canopy above.]
If you... if you keep that up, I won't last.