[Honestly, for once, Jamison is pretty content to just let him do it. It feels a little too good for him to argue, each patient stroke sending a fresh wave of warm haziness over his mind, though his hips do tilt just a little bit, unconsciously.
He lets his eyes drift closed again; and then he feels that thumb pressing at his ass, and he can't help but giggle a little bit, drowsy.]
Heh, hehheeh, 'assa new one f'r us, ain't it...? [And he sticks his tongue out a little. It's unclear exactly what his point is, other than him being a little bit drunk on both pleasure and sleepiness.]
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He lets his eyes drift closed again; and then he feels that thumb pressing at his ass, and he can't help but giggle a little bit, drowsy.]
Heh, hehheeh, 'assa new one f'r us, ain't it...? [And he sticks his tongue out a little. It's unclear exactly what his point is, other than him being a little bit drunk on both pleasure and sleepiness.]