[A full-throated moan escapes him and he crams his hand against his mouth. His other hand clutches a fistful of blanket.
It's the cooler temperature, and the webbing enveloping him more than a normal hand would do, swirling in with his already extremely desirous state that has him so thoroughly drowning in sensation, his sapience fleeing.
At the question a few small incoherent sounds leave him before he manages words. ]
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It's the cooler temperature, and the webbing enveloping him more than a normal hand would do, swirling in with his already extremely desirous state that has him so thoroughly drowning in sensation, his sapience fleeing.
At the question a few small incoherent sounds leave him before he manages words.
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Ah, god, that's so good....