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[So far so good, right? At least no one's been kicked off the bed or yowling in pain right now. That would be a totally failure. Axel breathes steadily and concentrates on what feels good to him and when that digit presses more he inhales sharply and presses his body flush against Wolfram's own. It's a reflex, just because, well, that had felt...good.
His lips brush against the other's pulse point for a moment.]
You'd think...that you might've done this before...if you're doing a good j-job.