[He keeps petting at Thomas, letting his hand fall down from his mouth (now that he's behaving) to rub over the swell of his stomach.]
Why would you be bad, my dear boy?
[He shifts his hips slightly, rubs against Thomas' back (he's hard, now, just from the slight friction and the smell of him, and it's taking quite a bit of effort for him to restrain himself).]
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[He keeps petting at Thomas, letting his hand fall down from his mouth (now that he's behaving) to rub over the swell of his stomach.]
Why would you be bad, my dear boy?
[He shifts his hips slightly, rubs against Thomas' back (he's hard, now, just from the slight friction and the smell of him, and it's taking quite a bit of effort for him to restrain himself).]