[The fingers running through his messy locks and along his scalp stir a truly tantalizing sensation. The sort that has the hair on Otto's neck stand on end. All the minute little sounds originating from right by his ear fuel that tension even further. He really feels like a younger man again. And a different man, perhaps. The Otto Octavius of more than two decades ago would have never done something like this.
Since he's on the right track so far, he'll just keep doing what he's doing, firm strokes in line with the rhythm of Bruno's rolling hips.]
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Since he's on the right track so far, he'll just keep doing what he's doing, firm strokes in line with the rhythm of Bruno's rolling hips.]