[ Riddle's small fingers press, delicately grasping at the merman's fly, his fingers fumbling with it. It's much harder to take someone else's pants off, he's realizing. He also--
Can't think any further, when Floyd grabs him like that.
There's a gasp, a whimper as cold air hits that exposed, slick mess that'd previously been hidden by his underwear. ]
Good. I wouldn't want you to lose steam when I need you.
[ Embarrassing words continue to leave his lips. He shifts further, finally getting the button and the fly undone. He sits up slightly further on his knees, legs partway spread to accommodate for his hand. One of his own hands moves up to grab onto Floyd's shoulder, to keep himself steady. ]
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Can't think any further, when Floyd grabs him like that.
There's a gasp, a whimper as cold air hits that exposed, slick mess that'd previously been hidden by his underwear. ]
Good. I wouldn't want you to lose steam when I need you.
[ Embarrassing words continue to leave his lips. He shifts further, finally getting the button and the fly undone. He sits up slightly further on his knees, legs partway spread to accommodate for his hand. One of his own hands moves up to grab onto Floyd's shoulder, to keep himself steady. ]
... No one else will do.