[Of all the people he thought would run into him in a dark alleyway in the Down, Roman was not among them. But he's here now, that tight smile stretching across his pretty face, looking at John like he wants to gut him.
God, he fucking looks beautiful when he's jealous and angry. Victor wants to see more of it, get more of a reaction.
He steps closer to John, looping an arm around his waist to pull him close. His shirt is still open, his "tits" still puffy and swollen, shimmering from the light few drops of milk.]
Havin' a friend help me with a problem. He was doin' a pretty good job too.
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God, he fucking looks beautiful when he's jealous and angry. Victor wants to see more of it, get more of a reaction.
He steps closer to John, looping an arm around his waist to pull him close. His shirt is still open, his "tits" still puffy and swollen, shimmering from the light few drops of milk.]
Havin' a friend help me with a problem. He was doin' a pretty good job too.