[The sound he makes when she starts to suck at him is part obscene, part pleading, his hand flat against the door and trying not to bang against it. His head does and he bites his lip, toes curling up in his shoes at the feel of her sucking at that so very sensitive part of himself. He looks down, watching her mouth... it's totally different. The scruff is there, for one, the hair is shorter and not in the way and her lips aren't stretching as much as they usually do to fit him in. Which makes him wonder if it's uncomfortable for her the other way -- or this way. Jesus, he doesn't know. He wants to be able to think, but her hand and her mouth are just...
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It's unfair, is what it is.]
Rach, Rachel, fuck...