[OOC: Continued from
here.]
Sanzo instinctively tensed at the feel of arms around him. He didn't like being pinned. He'd agreed to this, though, and he silently reminded himself of the safe word; red, red, red. As Abel's hands traveled over his body, he drew in sharp breath. Just what kind of trouble had he gotten himself into this time?
Comments 1
Reply
Leave a comment