[ The way Ashley's throat moved under his hand got Ganymede swallowing too, breathing out slowly and squeezing ever-so-gently at the sides of Ashley's neck, feeling the pulse of his blood thrumming under his fingertips. His eyelids lift and lower again, a soft hum bubbling up. This was a role he knew very well how to fill, though he hadn't done it in ages. ] That's it, good boy... We'll have to find you a collar that fits you.
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