KaelMy fingers stayed wrapped around his cock, hot and pulsing in my grip. The fabric of his shorts created this delicious friction — warm, slightly rough against his slick skin. Every slow stroke made the material drag over him, trapping the heat and the wetness building inside.Riven’s breath hitched again, sharper this time. His thighs tensed on either side of me, muscles jumping under my forearms. He was still gripping my arm like it was the only thing keeping him grounded, nails biting into my skin.I didn’t speed up. I kept the rhythm torturously deliberate, long, firm pulls from base to tip, letting my thumb circle the sensitive head on every upstroke, spreading his leaking pre-cum until the inside of his shorts felt soaked and slippery.“Fuck…” Riven whispered, so quietly I almost missed it. His eyes were locked on mine, wide and glassy, cheeks burning red. He looked like he was fighting every urge to look away.“That’s it,” I said softly, watching his face. “Keep your eyes o
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