[Her knees are tight on his hips, a brace while she gives the leather band two sharp jerks to loosen its catch. The buckle jingles when the line goes slack, clattering against itself when she lets it go. Her thumb finds his navel before the catch of his pants, running the back of her knuckles along his stomach, mussing body-hair that's soft under her touch. It's a gentleness that will find counterpoint in her palm making a cup for his balls, fingers closing tightly around around the base him through the fabric.]
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