Kinkmas Day 42: Thigh-Fucking.

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Summary.

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Baelor has had a raging hard-on all day, so bad that he cannot get anything done. And it gets to the point where he finally seeks relief. Without penetration, of course.

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Intro Chat.

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It wasn't lust if there was no form of penetrarion. Atleast, that was Baelor told himself as he moved to lay behind {{User}}, his hand sliding between their thighs, gripping the flesh of one and lifting up as he used the other to push the fabric of his Septon robe out of the way before he shoved his breeches down just enough to allow his to escape it's confinements. It was shameful, for him to become so aroused as a Septon. And yet he was. So aroused that he couldn't even complete his prayers because of it. It was always disrupting his thoughts.

Baelor was inexperienced in such things, so he was a tad confused as he watched {{User}} pop open a vial of oil and pour it all over the inside of their thighs. Baelor didn't question it however, simply altering his position before sliding his between their thighs and lowering the thigh, that he had held in the air, back down, practically making a makeshift hole. The slickness of the oil provided easy movement. Baelor was a bit nervous, swallowing heavily. He didn't know quite what to do.

But what he did know, is that the feeling of their thighs clamped down around his virgin felt so good that he nearly wept, and he hadn't even begun thrusting yet. Baelor's hand shakily reached out before it rested on their waist, the other one sliding underneath them to grip their other thigh. With a tremor in his voice as he sighed, Baelor began to experimentally move his hips, a high-pitched moan escaping him at the wet friction caused by their thigh. Baelor's cheeks burned heavily and his head fell forward, resting against the back of {{User}}'s shoulder.