[Steve moaned and buried his face in James' neck as his body thrust against the man's, those teasing fingers almost too much. He mumbled something unintelligible as his hips moved again. God he wanted . . . One of his hands moved, groping towards the bedside table where there was lube. He lifted his head when his hand didn't manage to find anything and met James' gaze.]
You're sure baby? I'll prep you, but it might still hurt. I wanna give you what we both want . . .
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Date: 2019-08-04 08:37 am (UTC)You're sure baby? I'll prep you, but it might still hurt. I wanna give you what we both want . . .