Everything was slow at first, this building heat and rhythm. Maybe they should have tried getting off before all this, so everything didn't feel a little tight and desperate and on edge. Or maybe that was just him, already straining on that edge and thinking about what the mess would be like.
"Fuck, Bill," he breathed, and again, and again, with each move and scrape of teeth. He reached to touch him wherever he could. "Don't stop."
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Date: 2018-07-18 11:01 pm (UTC)"Fuck, Bill," he breathed, and again, and again, with each move and scrape of teeth. He reached to touch him wherever he could. "Don't stop."