Date: 2024-09-17 03:58 pm (UTC)
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"Yes," he murmurs, kicking them away as they come loose, nothing short of desperate for skin against skin. "Fucking hells, I want you. Need you."

He's - missed him, even, and it hasn't even been that long since last time. He's unfamiliar with the way a lover can hold his attention, make him crave their company like this.

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