[ dick's struggling to keep pace a little-- partially because junpei is that much more worked up than he is, and partially because at this point the hand in his feathers (god. weird.) is making him pliant more than anything, shuddering a bit at the sensation. still, he grinds right back against him, moving his hand from his face back to his ear, rubbing and petting at it once more with a content moan. This is not how he thought this morning would go ]
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