<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Jereil Doreit...!</span><br/>A small whine made itself audible from Jereil's throat when he was told for the second time to calm; he couldn't risk losing Edouard over something so stupid.  He shut his eyes for a moment, using that time to take a deep, calming breath, though it did little more than help to center his mind away from the lust.  The pleasures at his neck were simply far to distracting and desire-worthy.  He nuzzled into the hand that sought his hair, gasping lightly as it was gripped and pulled.  He fought his urge to arch up into Edouard's touch, which brought a very small whimper forth.<br/><br/>That body was so very close, yet so agonizingly far away.<br/><br/>Determined to be good, he bit the inside of his lip lightly, curling his fingers into loose fists to focus his body into a calmer state; it had no effect on his arousal, but at least the other obvious signs of lust has dwindled.  His breathing was forced to nearly even, his heartrate lowered a bit, and aside from occasional waves of pleasure throughout his entire body, he managed to keep himself still.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><div align="center">tagging -- Edouard<br/>location -- his bedroom</div>