[ The words and what they mean, what is soon to come sends a shiver down his spine. He can’t help a soft whine in anticipation, which trails into a moan when that finger finally enters him. He squirms, trying to shift back to bring more inside but the invisible hands hold him firm.
Then Orym finds his length - and it is undoubtedly Orym, the warmth of his hand much different from the ghost-like ones holding him down - causing him to jerk a little, his breath hitching sharply as Orym simultaneously strokes and finger fucks him. ]
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Then Orym finds his length - and it is undoubtedly Orym, the warmth of his hand much different from the ghost-like ones holding him down - causing him to jerk a little, his breath hitching sharply as Orym simultaneously strokes and finger fucks him. ]
A-Ahhh…