[Corry strokes Kyle through it, thrusting up hard a couple more times, then slowing and stopping just before it gets to be too much. He's still hard, but he stills inside Kyle, arms sliding around his shivering body and tugging him close.]
I gotcha, I gotcha, c'mere darlin'... [There's a slight drawl in Corry’s voice when he's feeling soft and affectionate, either midwestern or southern.]
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I gotcha, I gotcha, c'mere darlin'... [There's a slight drawl in Corry’s voice when he's feeling soft and affectionate, either midwestern or southern.]