There's lipstick on his thighs, his cock. Smeared across his face and Alfred's. It's decadent, the way the red looks against Alfred's pale skin. He groans into this kiss and moves his hips in a slow, filthy grind. Just feeling Alfred buried so deeply inside him.
"Tell me?" he asks, pleading and breathless. "Tell me how to move. How you want me to move."
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Date: 2022-03-08 05:21 am (UTC)"Tell me?" he asks, pleading and breathless. "Tell me how to move. How you want me to move."