[ He, too, is beyond words now. It seems crass to speak when their bodies can communicate everything they need to and better. Berserker gets what he's trying to convey with that gesture. He leaves his hand there, grip staying firm. It's difficult still to be honest with what he wants and not just deferring to his partner's desires. What he wants now is slow and gentle so he can maintain this intimate contact, savor it. He stills his hips finally and gives Diarmuid a moment to rest.
He tries to show what he wants by slowing his hand on Diarmuid's cock, his grip loosening up just a little. Slow and methodically, he strokes him and left his thumb slide over the head with each pass. He rocks up into him with the same slow, gentle rhythm. It's certainly a contrast from just a few moments ago.
Berserker leans up to kiss him again without much force, soft and tender. ]
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He tries to show what he wants by slowing his hand on Diarmuid's cock, his grip loosening up just a little. Slow and methodically, he strokes him and left his thumb slide over the head with each pass. He rocks up into him with the same slow, gentle rhythm. It's certainly a contrast from just a few moments ago.
Berserker leans up to kiss him again without much force, soft and tender. ]