[ that’s exactly what he wants to hear. somehow, it makes him worse.
his fingers retract, both hands stilling; there’s a cold, seemingly endless silence before his cock bobs out, painfully rigid before it enters daan’s entrance gradually.
both of his hands are focused on gripping him by his hips now. the tips of his fingers press into his skin harshly enough to bruise; with the aid of his excess strength, he folds daan over, trapping him against the wall before beginning to thrust into him. ]
This what you wanted? [ he says it calmly, voice even and level, but he’s fraying at the edges bit by bit. ] Why don’t you tell everyone?
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his fingers retract, both hands stilling; there’s a cold, seemingly endless silence before his cock bobs out, painfully rigid before it enters daan’s entrance gradually.
both of his hands are focused on gripping him by his hips now. the tips of his fingers press into his skin harshly enough to bruise; with the aid of his excess strength, he folds daan over, trapping him against the wall before beginning to thrust into him. ]
This what you wanted? [ he says it calmly, voice even and level, but he’s fraying at the edges bit by bit. ] Why don’t you tell everyone?