<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Jereil Doreit...!</span><br/>Jereil let a small moan of anticipation escape as he felt and hear each of his limbs being restrained.  With the job finished, he pulled lightly at them, testing the resistance and the discomfort; they were perfect.  With Edouard between his legs, his mind was quickly reigned back into his current object of desire.  He squirmed and strained the best he could against the wonderful strokes across his legs, desperately wanting ever more.  Edouard was so deliciously good at teasing.  He groaned, craning his neck to the side to let Edouard have a good wif; he wore something warm on his skin and was very adament about cleaning everyday and between bedding others.  Clean was an understatement, compared to most everyone else he met.  The nibbles made him strain a little harder, bucking up toward his partner's belly.<br/><br/>"Anything," he reminded him, his tone pleading.  He hoped being liked meant being used up, too.  He'd just have to wait and see.  "Anything,<em>please</em>."<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><div align="center">tagging -- Edouard<br/>location -- his bedroom</div>