[ Andyr chuckles, beginning to work at Mikal’s shoulders, thumbs working into the muscle there for a moment, though Andyr gets distracted with the want to touch him more, and now and again his hands stray to smooth down over the solid frame of his back, along his spine over to his sides and back up. ]
If you’re so much better, how come it’s always me trying to do this shit?
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[ Andyr chuckles, beginning to work at Mikal’s shoulders, thumbs working into the muscle there for a moment, though Andyr gets distracted with the want to touch him more, and now and again his hands stray to smooth down over the solid frame of his back, along his spine over to his sides and back up. ]
If you’re so much better, how come it’s always me trying to do this shit?