Lia
Pulsar
- Joined
- Jan 14, 2009
He nodded to the suggestions, heart now racing. Why would he need to yell? Caden's breathing sped up, nerves fluttering with every movement that Raphael made. The blond wasn't sure if he was thankful for the slow and deliberate movements or not. He wanted to know what was going to happen to him, but at the same time he knew that the redhead was doing it so that he had time to process through the spinning thoughts.
When his pajama bottoms and boxers were tugged down, the blond desperately wanted to tell the other to stop, but he bit his tongue. It wasn't that he was uncomfortable, but nervous about what he was planning on doing. Caden gripped the sheets beneath him, trying to not say anything or stop what was going on. It was difficult, though.
When his pajama bottoms and boxers were tugged down, the blond desperately wanted to tell the other to stop, but he bit his tongue. It wasn't that he was uncomfortable, but nervous about what he was planning on doing. Caden gripped the sheets beneath him, trying to not say anything or stop what was going on. It was difficult, though.