[ The light bark plating that serves as Trahearne's leg armor dampens the feeling, but pressure is still pressure. He groans quietly into Kaeya's mouth, head leaning back against the headboard. Fingers dig into Kaeya's hip as he holds firm, as though trying to keep the pressure. All that underlying arousal quickly bubbles to the forefront. If Trahearne had any apprehension before, it's all gone now. ]
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