[He shuffles onto his knees, spreading his legs as much as possible to grant Vincent room to move behind him. Hands flat against the mattress, fingers spread out, he balances himself with some effort. He isn't 25 anymore, of course and you can tell at times like this, when certain acrobatics are required of his body as a whole. With a few shaky breaths, he mutters something unintelligible - even to himself - and relaxes his back. The muscles all the way down to his buttocks and thighs. His cock still leaking precome and his balls tight from arousal and anticipation. He knows what comes next. It's been a while, though - it'll be a pleasurable reintroduction. It always is, with Vincent. Even like this. If not especially like this.]
Treat me nicely, okay?
[His voice is hoarse enough to give the joke some edge. Fitting Vincent's mood, most likely.]
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Treat me nicely, okay?
[His voice is hoarse enough to give the joke some edge. Fitting Vincent's mood, most likely.]