[That gasp causes Emil's stomach to tighten in a very pleasant way and he runs a gentle hand up and down the length a few times, brushing his thumb over the tip at the end of each stroke. Once Richter sits up, though, he quickly realizes what the other is trying to do and climbs off with more than a bit of reluctance so that Richter can remove his pants. He's going to take this opportunity to nuzzle and plant little kisses all over Richter's neck and collarbone, one hand sliding down between his own legs just to attempt to lessen the growing ache there.]
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