[ cloud’s hands both raise to massage his chest, the lines of his palms kissing his skin. he gropes teasingly, slowly, prodding and pulling at flesh. his lips are skirting his neckline, and he sinks his teeth into him again, drawing a pinprick of blood as the taste of copper sweeps across his tongue. ]
I could show ‘em how I did it.
[ he mouths over the fresh wound, suckling faintly; before kissing the same spot, open mouthed and heady. ]
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I could show ‘em how I did it.
[ he mouths over the fresh wound, suckling faintly; before kissing the same spot, open mouthed and heady. ]
Make them see that you really are mine.