[It's better. Ronan breathes it out and bites his lip, suddenly too warm in his clothes. He reaches up, yanks his shirt off over his head, and leans back on the couch with his phone clutched tightly in his hand.]
yeah? are you touching yourself right now?
[He breathes out slow, before continuing to type.]
you should. reach down and stroke yourself just a little. you know i never have the fucking patience to tease you but pretend that i am, just this once.
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yeah? are you touching yourself right now?
[He breathes out slow, before continuing to type.]
you should. reach down and stroke yourself just a little. you know i never have the fucking patience to tease you but pretend that i am, just this once.