Open on Sunday: word
Giles and Wesley, R for sexual implication.
Eventually there was only one word Giles wanted to hear. Between them and their knowledge of many contemporary languages, several ancient and a smattering of demonic, it wasn’t as if Wesley didn’t have the resources.
But somehow, for all that, arching under Giles’ touch, his neck straining as he hovered, eyes closed in something like prayer, the only words that dropped from Wesley’s lips were gutteral exhalations.
It was a language they shared, compelled and understood.
But there was one word Giles waited to hear, urged with lips, tongue, cock, listened for in their quiet moments afterwards. In time. Perhaps.
Eventually there was only one word Giles wanted to hear. Between them and their knowledge of many contemporary languages, several ancient and a smattering of demonic, it wasn’t as if Wesley didn’t have the resources.
But somehow, for all that, arching under Giles’ touch, his neck straining as he hovered, eyes closed in something like prayer, the only words that dropped from Wesley’s lips were gutteral exhalations.
It was a language they shared, compelled and understood.
But there was one word Giles waited to hear, urged with lips, tongue, cock, listened for in their quiet moments afterwards. In time. Perhaps.