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Scientific Notions (Rhiiii x3) [M]

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Nix:
Benett watched Asher's face intently as the other finally got to work pleasuring himself. Silently he went to Asher's side and whispered into the other male's ear without touching him.

"Don't cover your mouth Asher. Tell me, what are you imagining?" His breath was hot and he was sure Asher could feel it on his earlobe and neck, but his voice was as monotone as ever.

Rhi-Rhi:
Asher cringed, visibly, at the sound of Benett's voice, at the sensation of his breath against his skin. He cracked open an eye to glare at the man sidelong, hoping that anger would cover up his fear.

"If yer tryna turn me on an' get me off, yer doin' th' opposite, so kindly shut th' fuck up."

Nix:
"That is hardly my intent at all. I want to know what you are thinking about." His words were as stoic as his expression.

He wanted to know what fantasies, what thoughts or memories in Asher's head were finally producing these results. "I won't touch you so long as you tell me honestly."

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