[That last lick has his toes curling in his socks, his cock bobbing as he flexes in response, teeth catching at his lip. He looks down at those blue eyes, cupping the side of his face as the man seems intent to torment him.]
Tyger Tyger, burning bright, In the forests of the night; What immortal hand or eye, Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies. Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
[He got that far before he had to pause to keep his voice from quavering.]
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Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
[He got that far before he had to pause to keep his voice from quavering.]