[you're so horny, rupert. kavinsky's eyes brighten. this is fun. he likes it. rupert is fun.
and obligingly, kavinsky pops the button and the zip on rupert's pants.
that's still only half the job, mind you. unfortunately, with the way that trousers and bucket seats and sitting down work, he still can't get an entire handful of dick, and certainly not without causing more harm than he intended. but he can get a little skin on skin, and that's important. drawing his thumb along a fat vein, squeeze harder at the artless pop of organ trying to fight its way out from beneath too much underwear and inconveniently lodged thighs. rupert has really nice thighs. not hard to imagine rooting around under there like a pig.]
I hope you like losing, [says kavinsky, brightly.]
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and obligingly, kavinsky pops the button and the zip on rupert's pants.
that's still only half the job, mind you. unfortunately, with the way that trousers and bucket seats and sitting down work, he still can't get an entire handful of dick, and certainly not without causing more harm than he intended. but he can get a little skin on skin, and that's important. drawing his thumb along a fat vein, squeeze harder at the artless pop of organ trying to fight its way out from beneath too much underwear and inconveniently lodged thighs. rupert has really nice thighs. not hard to imagine rooting around under there like a pig.]
I hope you like losing, [says kavinsky, brightly.]