Small talk con't (NSFW, closed to Derek)
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By this time, John had his shirt off, and his boots and socks, too. He was pulling at his belt and pulling down his fly, too, and shoving his jeans off. When Derek entered, closing the door, John stopped, looking up, eyes darker, softer.
By this time, John had his shirt off, and his boots and socks, too. He was pulling at his belt and pulling down his fly, too, and shoving his jeans off. When Derek entered, closing the door, John stopped, looking up, eyes darker, softer.