"You're crazy," Jag told him, with a smile, crazy for feeling that way about him, but he wasn't going to talk him out of it. He was going to make the most of it until he inevitably fucked it up. And making the most of it started with another long, complicated kiss, and another shift of his hips. "What would you like?" he asked him, and sucked a kiss on the point of his chin, a graze of teeth, the flash of a wicked smile. "Tell me what you want right now, Val."
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Date: 2015-11-13 02:43 am (UTC)