He grips Alfred's hips hard. Hard enough to leave bruises, if Alfred's skin could still bruise. He moans, deep and wanton at the taste of Alfred on his tongue, the way he's opening him to him so easily, letting his tongue slide deep.
His hips move restlessly against the bed now, but he'd promised himself -- not that far. Not yet. Not this first time.
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Date: 2022-04-01 04:49 am (UTC)His hips move restlessly against the bed now, but he'd promised himself -- not that far. Not yet. Not this first time.