Neville could also feel himself. The wetness was gathering all over the place. It dampened his clothes with undeniable evidence of his body's arousal.
If he didn't pull away now, something would definitely happen.
Something that would make him fail his quest for a moment of pleasure.
I can't!
Neville pushed against Grayson's shoulders with sudden force, making his scales appear for a moment.
"W-Wait—"
Grayson looked up at him with eyes darkened with desire, clearly disoriented by the abrupt interruption. His black hair was even more disheveled than before. Probably because of him, though he couldn't remember when that had happened. Grayson's chest was heaving as sweat dripped down his chest.
The expression on Grayson's face said it all.
We're in the middle of having fun. Why are you getting away now?
But Neville pushed harder, scrambling backward with a desperation that left no room for hesitation.
Because of that, he felt his body falling backwards.
Oh no!
