He was very aware that he was going to be sore after this, and quite frankly, the ancient simply didn't care. Faelyn was driven on by a need that he could not put to words, one that was so basic to the core of existence for some that he could not deny it. He didn't want to deny it. There was pain in the way his neck was pulled at but the tension on his hair was arousing enough to make him forget it.
His words were stolen for a good moment with the feeling of his partner sinking home. A dizzying high.
His words were stolen for a good moment with the feeling of his partner sinking home. A dizzying high.
No, not gentle.his words were rasped to a degree, anticipation making his voice rough and gravely. He wanted this man to fuck him until he forgot his own name, and if he was lucky, he would get exactly that.
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