[Hey, he's had to make do with less. He can't keep from making another throaty noise when he feels Orange's hands on his ass, and at once he has to pull his own hands away from himself. He can't let himself be tempted too easily like that, not now, not when he has no idea if he'll ever get this chance again, whether in the City or back home. He moves an arm to rest under his forehead instead, making a buffer between his face and the damn carpet, while the other idly flexes, waiting for Orange's next move.]
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