[ he tries not to be bossy in most instances, but it comes out anyway — consequence of being the adopted son of a strict disciplinarian like stacker. but more than that, mako genuinely wants to listen to her, to hear every sound she makes while she's touching herself, to hear her coming on her own fingers and imagining they're his.
he tries to stifle a breathy moan between his closed lips, but he's not completely successful; the strokes of his hand are long and slow and gliding and he's worked up enough that his hips are lifting a bit with each pull. ]
— Raleigh. [ it's only fair that he show her how it feels to hear his name moaned out, like that. his voice is still quiet but with a rougher edge around it, his breath hitching softly as he speaks. ] About me, doing what to you — tell me.
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he tries to stifle a breathy moan between his closed lips, but he's not completely successful; the strokes of his hand are long and slow and gliding and he's worked up enough that his hips are lifting a bit with each pull. ]
— Raleigh. [ it's only fair that he show her how it feels to hear his name moaned out, like that. his voice is still quiet but with a rougher edge around it, his breath hitching softly as he speaks. ] About me, doing what to you — tell me.