[ When he starts to stir a little, his hips move back against Kaveh, following the slow rhythm as he moans softly, still caught between dreams and wakefulness. His hands move over Kaveh's as they stroke his belly, feeling the glow and the warmth that follows it as it spreads through his insides.
He murmurs–fuck me, Kaveh into the pillow while his wings shield his face, feeling himself grow hotter all over as Kaveh plunges deeper, too out of it still to edit himself like usual. ]
Re: day 67 late / 68 early
He murmurs–fuck me, Kaveh into the pillow while his wings shield his face, feeling himself grow hotter all over as Kaveh plunges deeper, too out of it still to edit himself like usual. ]