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“Wasn’t even a proper wank, Liam,” Louis said, just playful enough to not sound honestly scolding. He leaned in, pressing the palm of his hand against the wet spot that had blossomed in Liam’s joggers, wrinkling his nose with mock disgust. Liam was still hard, yes, but he was still sensitive from orgasm, and he winced when Louis touched him.
“Wasn’t a proper orgasm, either, was it?” Liam said, quieting mid-sentence as if he was shy to say ‘orgasm’ out loud.
“Suppose not,” Louis replied, considering. He looked Liam in the eye, laughed, and said, “Replay.”
Or: "replay" is a part of Louis & Liam's control play.