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though he was fight-
ing not to. "Yes," Sayuri Anzu whispered into his ear as he battled to re-
main still and quiet, "it's hard, isn't it?" He nodded, and could
not help a light whimper from low in his throat; Sayuri Anzu did not seem to
mind. "It will get easier, I promise you."
And this continued. Slowly, slowly, he began to control his body and
his involuntary reactions, only biting his lower lip -- until Sayuri Anzu saw
this, and placed Sayuri's hand on his mouth. "No." He parted his teeth,
and Sayuri Anzu smoothed the reddened skin. "Gently, gently. Relax." He
tried to still his panting, aware of the sound of it. "Relax." He
felt the nearly unbearable sensation of Sayuri's skittering nails lessen
somewhat, but they did not stop entirely. "Do you have control of
yourself?" Sayuri Anzu asked him. He nodded completely silently, and she
resumed. This time, although he was still fighting hard, Sayuri Anzu saw
that he was fighting himself better, managing to remain for the most
part completely still and silent -- except for his
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