[ Sex dreams aren't rare occurrences but they always feel a bit like they happen halfway through the act, and this is different. It seems to come naturally, fluidly, even if there are fewer barriers to entry and Arcade is suspiciously amenable to his attention. The fingers around the collar of his shirt, curling against his back, hold him securely in place and Len feels like he doesn't have to chase down the contact, complemented by eager reciprocation.
Warm, almost normal, before an undercurrent of anxiety shoots down into his stomach like an electric shock. The kind of sensation he hasn't felt in years and one that comes across as uniquely specific to the man currently exploring his mouth, who has professed, at times, a propensity to worry. Len leans back just enough to duck his head, pressing his mouth to the sharp line of Arcade's jaw. ]
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Warm, almost normal, before an undercurrent of anxiety shoots down into his stomach like an electric shock. The kind of sensation he hasn't felt in years and one that comes across as uniquely specific to the man currently exploring his mouth, who has professed, at times, a propensity to worry. Len leans back just enough to duck his head, pressing his mouth to the sharp line of Arcade's jaw. ]
You okay?