[He has no idea what's going on. Not in the slightest. He almost asks. But before he can, it becomes clear. His body jerks, his head smacking backward against the wall, while his hands all but claw at it for something to hold onto, gasping, panting and pleading.]
[It's somewhere that moment, with the tongue, the claws, the teasing, that something slides open. Something he'd never known was there before. But, once more, he's shifting, trying to feel the pressure against it again.]
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[It's somewhere that moment, with the tongue, the claws, the teasing, that something slides open. Something he'd never known was there before. But, once more, he's shifting, trying to feel the pressure against it again.]