"Are you telling me you haven't got a bed?" Anael asked, chuckling against Jack's lips, sneaking warm hands under the man's wet shirt to touch skin. Not that a bed was necessary, really, but he predictably liked the idea of spending hours in it with Jack, trading kisses, soft touches, and, of course, making love.
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Date: 2016-10-04 02:14 pm (UTC)