[Keep it down, it’d be easier for him to hunt down the Batman then keep quiet. The pressure, that sharp ache suddenly releases the same time a burst of wetness trickles down his swollen, sensitive skin. He doesn’t look down, far too busy hitting the back of his head against the wall, rocking his hips out.
The intensity of the relieve of tension brings an unexpected rush of heat elsewhere. Not that Victor minds the sudden burning heat in his stomach.
Offers John a little half smile, though, for being such a good sport.]
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The intensity of the relieve of tension brings an unexpected rush of heat elsewhere. Not that Victor minds the sudden burning heat in his stomach.
Offers John a little half smile, though, for being such a good sport.]
I knew you had good hands.