“are you going to keep staring, or continue your quest to find out about the schematics?”
the veteran chuckled, reaching forward to pat Niran’s chest, seeing his cleavage on show.
there was an awkward silence where Niran seemed to stop functioning thoughts, eyes peering down at his thick rod that was quite clearly visible through the white briefs. it was long, so long.
“ahem.”
he coughed, rearranging himself in front of the fellow support, showing off.
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Static, that's how he could describe his brain as he stared at the clear outline in paper thin briefs.
Saliva seemed to build on his heavy tongue, cheeks flushing as his mind wanders—
𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘴.
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