[The new angle punches the breath from his lungs, and Liam groans long and low as one hand scrabbles for purchase at James' hip. The other snakes between the both of them, wrapping around his own length though still for the time being. It's intense, and he doesn't want this to ever end.]
Look good, you look really good.
[He slurs the words between moans, flashing a cheeky smile down at his reaper.]
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Look good, you look really good.
[He slurs the words between moans, flashing a cheeky smile down at his reaper.]
Wouldn't mind seeing that more often.