[ Between the part of lips, there lay fire-- it was banked but he felt it. Even warmer due to his already cool skin, though warmer now after breakfast. As his mouth was attended to, spread thighs, and delved into-- his hands were fumbling for that clasp then, until finally Bren popped right now, and then he carefully reached in to grasp him by the pace-- to stifle as much blood flow long enough to slide that ring into place, and then the onyx was slid downward in what felt like miles but was merely inches.
At the base, he secured it with a tap, and then it affixed itself with but a tap of his fingertip. Not tightly enough to restrict but certainly snug enough that it blocked off the flow.
It may be a trifle uncomfortable, but there was no edged pleasure pain anymore-- and the ring would only regulate in comparison to how hard Bren became. In such a case where the werewolf was uninspired, the ring would remain but make nary an impression. ]
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At the base, he secured it with a tap, and then it affixed itself with but a tap of his fingertip. Not tightly enough to restrict but certainly snug enough that it blocked off the flow.
It may be a trifle uncomfortable, but there was no edged pleasure pain anymore-- and the ring would only regulate in comparison to how hard Bren became. In such a case where the werewolf was uninspired, the ring would remain but make nary an impression. ]