[His thighs part eagerly, absolutely slutty in the way he leans into every touch, how hard he is easy enough to feel through his pants. How Dokja choking him lightly is clearly feeling pretty blissful to him.

He swallows, adam's apple bobbing under Dokja's palm, having more difficulty with that, with forming words. Just noting the way Dokja responds to his nails and raking them down his spine under his shirt. His words equally breathless with the pressure against his throat as they are with desire.]

Ssswhy I said... don't need to be a person.