[Iggy does everything he's encouraged to; he looks up, he lets his dress fall, he doesn't shy from the hand between his legs. Hell, his heart does what it's supposed to and picks up speed.
But he's still crying. Silently, but endlessly - tears tracking down the sharp angles of his face.
His hips twitch and he lifts a hand to grip at Zephir's shoulder. His tears mean nothing to his arousal.]
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But he's still crying. Silently, but endlessly - tears tracking down the sharp angles of his face.
His hips twitch and he lifts a hand to grip at Zephir's shoulder. His tears mean nothing to his arousal.]