[So they're doing this now, and he's as curious as he is uncertain. All of this is new, and god knows he feels like he's fumbling through it, but Christ, this is too good to stop and take a breath. He falls off Abbacchio, sprawling on the bed, bracing himself on his elbows as he watches the other man.]
Next time I wanna fuck you over something.
[It's an idle comment, and he reaches for him the moment he climbs back on, hands running over his thighs.]
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Next time I wanna fuck you over something.
[It's an idle comment, and he reaches for him the moment he climbs back on, hands running over his thighs.]