[Every word that drips from his reaper's mouth sends a shiver up Liam's spine, and he exhales roughly as he works, shuddering at a particularly perfect thrust.]
Fuck, James-
[The man beneath him is beautiful, he decides, from the flush staining his cheeks to the grin that graces his face. No, not beautiful, gorgeous, and he groans low and appreciative under his breath.]
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Fuck, James-
[The man beneath him is beautiful, he decides, from the flush staining his cheeks to the grin that graces his face. No, not beautiful, gorgeous, and he groans low and appreciative under his breath.]
Love you. Love you so much.