Well, maybe not something he can oblige her in right now.
He doesn't have a moment to consider it before he has to bite back a whimper. Fuck, she's so warm. Sweeney's hands instinctively lift from the grass, getting nearly a foot up before he pushes them back down. His head tilts back as he wills himself to focus, pulling a sharp breath in. It doesn't come back out.
He tries again, but the words keep catching.
"Think--think ya might. Might want one. In here?" He forces himself to swallow.
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Date: 2021-12-20 06:39 am (UTC)He doesn't have a moment to consider it before he has to bite back a whimper. Fuck, she's so warm. Sweeney's hands instinctively lift from the grass, getting nearly a foot up before he pushes them back down. His head tilts back as he wills himself to focus, pulling a sharp breath in. It doesn't come back out.
He tries again, but the words keep catching.
"Think--think ya might. Might want one. In here?" He forces himself to swallow.
"Could always try."