"Under, over," Anael murmured with a smile, getting rid of his clothes in as record a time as he could do without disappearing them. They all ended up on the floor, and then he was pressing his still slightly clammy skin against Jack's, finding his lips again.
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Date: 2016-10-06 11:13 pm (UTC)