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In the Black
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"Not even," he breathes, low and fast and rough as his hand works. "Know exactly what I'm fucking doing." As if his hand wasn't making that obvious. His other hand settles on Neil's chest again, his thumb flicking hard at a nipple as he grinds up with his hips.
Not enough room. Not enough fucking room."Get the fuck up," he ( Read more... ) -
High orbit
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It's not like he's gone through a particularly dry spell, not with the cred he's had until recently, but he still wants this, and in a way that he hasn't felt in a while. Neil's wrist is thin in his hand, almost fragile, and when he half pulls and half shoves him into the small, cluttered cabin and tugs him close again he ( Read more... )
