"Fuck yes," Jag agreed with a groan, agreed with that image, and the controlled slide of Val's fingers, the touch only slightly rough for lack of lubrication, the perfect counterpoint to make sure it wouldn't be enough, not at this pace. But really, completely agreed with that image, eyelashes fluttering before he managed to focus on Val's face again, gaze dropping to his lips, and he wet his own as he looked up into his eyes. "Where would you take me?"
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Date: 2015-11-13 01:44 am (UTC)