[ There's no good way for him to answer that without coming back up, and that in itself in a real problem, because he doesn't want to now that he's gotten into it. He's impossibly hard at the thought of something this thick being inside of him, nearly dripping onto the bed below even without having been touched for some time, now.
Abel digs his fingers into the hip he's still got a hold as he debates what course to take. Still undecided, he uses the same hold he's got there to try and encourage the hips to come up and meet his mouth, when finally, finally, he feels the hairs at the base tickle his nose, and strains to move his tongue around all that's pressing it down. He can't hold there for long, nearly gagging himself again, and he fights the hand at his shoulders as he comes up back onto his knees, still panting as he asks—]
Do you think you could go twice, or do... do I have to choose?
[ He's feeling greedy and doesn't really want to pick between the two, if he doesn't have to. ]
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Abel digs his fingers into the hip he's still got a hold as he debates what course to take. Still undecided, he uses the same hold he's got there to try and encourage the hips to come up and meet his mouth, when finally, finally, he feels the hairs at the base tickle his nose, and strains to move his tongue around all that's pressing it down. He can't hold there for long, nearly gagging himself again, and he fights the hand at his shoulders as he comes up back onto his knees, still panting as he asks—]
Do you think you could go twice, or do... do I have to choose?
[ He's feeling greedy and doesn't really want to pick between the two, if he doesn't have to. ]