[The small stifled whimpers escaping Malik already are a sign of how much he's enjoying this. He can barely keep his eyes open, as he turns his cheek against the pillow and allows himself to get lost in the sensation and the building heat.
His Rod-wielding hand reaches downwards to press encouragingly against Bakura's shoulder.]
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His Rod-wielding hand reaches downwards to press encouragingly against Bakura's shoulder.]