"Ah... ah... Thomas..." Rafayel clung tightly to him.
Thomas continued to twist and stir his middle finger inside, as if he were searching for Rafayel's most sensitive spot.
"Ahhn... no... not there! Don't... play with that... ah..."
Rafayel was completely at the mercy of Thomas's fingers, "Raffy... I have to make sure this place is clean too..."
Thomas murmured softly, and then began to move his finger in and out.
Squish… squish…
The obscene sounds coming from where they connected made Rafayel feel even more embarrassed.
"Ah... no... nn... I'm going to—!"
Rafayel let out a breathless moan, his voice barely holding steady, and though nothing was touching him directly, his own body stirred and trembled with vibration.
He was so close to the edge, but lacking that final stimulation, Rafayel instinctively pressed his backside against Thomas's finger.
"Mm… mm… haa… ah…"
Mmm… it feels so good…!
