[ The laughter has barely died - does Rupert's laughter ever really die? It's always there, just below the surface - as Kavinsky's hand spreads over his groin. This seems to happen an awful lot when driving, he thinks to himself, remembering his high-speed introduction to what Klaus had charming termed road head. In Rupert's limited experience of being a car-owner the ratio of driving to dicking seemed disproportionately high but Rupert really isn't about to complain anytime soon. In fact it's a very good reminder that he needs to buy another car as soon as humanly possible --
He shifts gears noisily. Apparently having a warm hand on your cock does nothing for your concentration! Again: not that Rupert minds. Belatedly he realises he's been asked a question. ]
A few friends tried. [ He moves a hand - a horserider's hand, a fencer's hand, muscled, calloused in strange places - to cover Kavisnky's own, curling those fingers around his groin to keep it in place. Rupert grins at the road ahead of them as they speed along. ] I'm a terrible student.
still nsfwish
He shifts gears noisily. Apparently having a warm hand on your cock does nothing for your concentration! Again: not that Rupert minds. Belatedly he realises he's been asked a question. ]
A few friends tried. [ He moves a hand - a horserider's hand, a fencer's hand, muscled, calloused in strange places - to cover Kavisnky's own, curling those fingers around his groin to keep it in place. Rupert grins at the road ahead of them as they speed along. ] I'm a terrible student.