[Ah, there it is, Earn my respect, he'd said. Well, he'll just have to get creative when it comes to going about that, won't he.]
No, I don't think you will.
[One hand stays in Abbacchio's hair; the other slides down to his hip, over his thigh, and in — petting lightly at his cock where it juts against his own leg, before darting his hand to the base and circling around it with a squeeze.]
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No, I don't think you will.
[One hand stays in Abbacchio's hair; the other slides down to his hip, over his thigh, and in — petting lightly at his cock where it juts against his own leg, before darting his hand to the base and circling around it with a squeeze.]
I decide when you get to come, not you.