[ It really isn't fair, is it? But Elan asked for this, so maybe he shouldn't complain (he's not complaining). Instead he leans into the touch with a noise - soft and pleased and rolling up to meet his lips and fingers. At the same time his hips hitch and he presses hard into his thigh, grinding again, desperate for a little more friction. His fingers tug and he manages to work his free hand down to at least retaliate a little in kind - fingers pressed against his chest, finding a nipple to squeeze and pinch. ]
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