[Compared to what's happening to Otto's back, the earlobe thing feels almost trivial, somehow. He's aware of it, but unable to truly enjoy it, as his attention keeps getting drawn away. He wheezes against Bruno's neck, his hands trailing up and down the man's sides with rhythmic strokes of his own.]
Heh... I aim to please. [God, what kind of statement was that, even? He must be delirious. That's when Bruno's fingers hit a very particular spot along Otto's spine and almost in a reflex, he ends up rolling his hips, trying to apply more pressure against his aching groin.]
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Heh... I aim to please. [God, what kind of statement was that, even? He must be delirious. That's when Bruno's fingers hit a very particular spot along Otto's spine and almost in a reflex, he ends up rolling his hips, trying to apply more pressure against his aching groin.]