'Love you,' he gasps out, the awful evening melting away under the power of heat and friction and pleasure. He presses a soft bite to Random's neck, just the slightest pressure, and moans his name into his skin.
He should make him stop so he can calm down and do this properly. He just doesn't know if he can, it's too good.
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Date: 2006-06-19 05:18 pm (UTC)He should make him stop so he can calm down and do this properly. He just doesn't know if he can, it's too good.