[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. ]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
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.
]
Ah, god, that's so good....