Open on Sunday: Plane
R for rude language
He didn’t generally look at men in terms of their shape, or build, or size. Sure, fucking a smooth skinned lad before draining the last drop happened from time to time. But it was all about the funk of salt sweat and hot blood. Always got him hard.
Xander caught him off guard, his skin gleaming under the light as he planed the pine board, pale wood curling into mounds on the floor. Spike froze in the doorway, teeth aching. Or was it his cock? He couldn’t tell. And honestly, it didn’t matter. One or the other, either would do.
He didn’t generally look at men in terms of their shape, or build, or size. Sure, fucking a smooth skinned lad before draining the last drop happened from time to time. But it was all about the funk of salt sweat and hot blood. Always got him hard.
Xander caught him off guard, his skin gleaming under the light as he planed the pine board, pale wood curling into mounds on the floor. Spike froze in the doorway, teeth aching. Or was it his cock? He couldn’t tell. And honestly, it didn’t matter. One or the other, either would do.