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disarrayed) wrote2025-06-01 10:24 am
disarrayed) wrote2025-06-01 10:24 am
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WELCOME TO THE SALTBURNT NETWORK
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dr.graham
Well. I am, a bit. Hardly rugged.
[Harry closes his eyes and tries not to tremble at this display of kindness.]
I made a fool of myself. What's worse is that it was entirely pointless. I've been dumped.
My ex husband will probably fuck him, now.
[He doesn't sound angry, or even particularly self pitying. He just sounds incredibly sad and resigned.]
What did you bring to read?
[Harry closes his eyes and tries not to tremble at this display of kindness.]
I made a fool of myself. What's worse is that it was entirely pointless. I've been dumped.
My ex husband will probably fuck him, now.
[He doesn't sound angry, or even particularly self pitying. He just sounds incredibly sad and resigned.]
What did you bring to read?
[ He takes a seat in an armchair across from him, cool leather soothing against the sunkissed skin that’s spent all morning by the lake, staring out into the middle distance. Tell me about yourself sounds so basic, but he’s got to start somewhere, doesn’t he?
Teo leans back, sinking into the cushion, and cradles the coffee he brought with him against his chest. ]
I just graduated with a degree in history and sociology. It took me an extra year because I got in trouble a few times. I’m an activist. My friends and I have performed some actions that some people think are extreme. I wasn’t even planning on being here this year, but my parents insisted because a sex tape I made last fall got out. My grandfather died only a month ago but somehow people seeing my ass is the worst thing to ever happen to this family.
[ He steeples his fingers against the warm side of his cup, trying very hard, and failing even harder, not to let any bitterness seep through. Teo knows what his problem is. But he can’t deal with any Freudian, cliche bullshit like his daddy didn’t love him enough and now he’s broken, sorry. Every Salvatore believes the world revolves around them, and hell if he’s going to prove his father right. ]
I sabotage my relationships. Every time they get too close I get cold feet or push them away. I want to figure out how to stop doing that.
Teo leans back, sinking into the cushion, and cradles the coffee he brought with him against his chest. ]
I just graduated with a degree in history and sociology. It took me an extra year because I got in trouble a few times. I’m an activist. My friends and I have performed some actions that some people think are extreme. I wasn’t even planning on being here this year, but my parents insisted because a sex tape I made last fall got out. My grandfather died only a month ago but somehow people seeing my ass is the worst thing to ever happen to this family.
[ He steeples his fingers against the warm side of his cup, trying very hard, and failing even harder, not to let any bitterness seep through. Teo knows what his problem is. But he can’t deal with any Freudian, cliche bullshit like his daddy didn’t love him enough and now he’s broken, sorry. Every Salvatore believes the world revolves around them, and hell if he’s going to prove his father right. ]
I sabotage my relationships. Every time they get too close I get cold feet or push them away. I want to figure out how to stop doing that.
[it’s not like koby can’t measure his responses – he can, he has, he does most of the time, bottles them up and boxes them away for later, for another time, another life. but will has a way of drawing them out coaxingly, soothing and caressing until the walls crumble, until the dam sags enough to let in the ebb of deep, dark water, and koby doesn’t notice until it’s pooling around his ankles, his knees, his waist. until there’s no choice but to sink, because swimming’s never been an option, not with doctor graham.
so he lets his knees rock open, apart, one nudging the hard bulge almost carelessly, curled against will’s chest and moaning open-mouthed into the crook of his neck, near-cradled, a pieta sort of pose – he’s been to rome, he’s seen it, he’d been compelled by the fragility of the held body, the power and stoicism of the holding. but he’s no christ, and will’s no virgin mary, so koby rocks his hips up once more, grinds into the hand cupped between his legs, then pulls away.]
Y-Yeah, I can. I can. [gulping, earnest, like will’s mouth hadn’t left his neck, his ear tingling, singed with contact, with the forbidden bliss of his tongue, his teeth. like koby couldn’t feel every touch like a brand, imagining it layered on top of thousands of other touches and burning them away, all in one measure. he wonders, mildly, what will had fed him, what sort of drug is taking effect, but he waits until he’s up on his shaky legs, then down on his wobbly knees, hands on his doctor’s thighs, pushing them apart and bullying his way between them.
it’s there, there only that koby pauses, a penitent kneeling, tips his chin up and drums his fingers against will’s firm thighs.] What’d you give me? [pointed, bemused even, tilting his head to one side and letting the overgrown fluff of his hair fall into his eyes.]
so he lets his knees rock open, apart, one nudging the hard bulge almost carelessly, curled against will’s chest and moaning open-mouthed into the crook of his neck, near-cradled, a pieta sort of pose – he’s been to rome, he’s seen it, he’d been compelled by the fragility of the held body, the power and stoicism of the holding. but he’s no christ, and will’s no virgin mary, so koby rocks his hips up once more, grinds into the hand cupped between his legs, then pulls away.]
Y-Yeah, I can. I can. [gulping, earnest, like will’s mouth hadn’t left his neck, his ear tingling, singed with contact, with the forbidden bliss of his tongue, his teeth. like koby couldn’t feel every touch like a brand, imagining it layered on top of thousands of other touches and burning them away, all in one measure. he wonders, mildly, what will had fed him, what sort of drug is taking effect, but he waits until he’s up on his shaky legs, then down on his wobbly knees, hands on his doctor’s thighs, pushing them apart and bullying his way between them.
it’s there, there only that koby pauses, a penitent kneeling, tips his chin up and drums his fingers against will’s firm thighs.] What’d you give me? [pointed, bemused even, tilting his head to one side and letting the overgrown fluff of his hair fall into his eyes.]
Good boy.
[ soft, giving koby's bottom a gentle squeeze as he rises, will's eyes following his movements with every turn. he can't remember when their sessions turned into this, into something fraught with tension and lust and want. they've talked through these sessions before - will playing with koby and guiding him through murky waters until the next moment he's bouncing in his lap.
every time will graham plucks at koby alvida he finds something new, delectable, addictive. he reaches down to press koby's chin between forefinger and thumb - raising his head before fingers slide up and into his hair, gripping gently. ]
You asked for Xanax, didn't you? [ it's not an answer, though, is it? ] Weren't you going to show me something?
[ soft, giving koby's bottom a gentle squeeze as he rises, will's eyes following his movements with every turn. he can't remember when their sessions turned into this, into something fraught with tension and lust and want. they've talked through these sessions before - will playing with koby and guiding him through murky waters until the next moment he's bouncing in his lap.
every time will graham plucks at koby alvida he finds something new, delectable, addictive. he reaches down to press koby's chin between forefinger and thumb - raising his head before fingers slide up and into his hair, gripping gently. ]
You asked for Xanax, didn't you? [ it's not an answer, though, is it? ] Weren't you going to show me something?
[The sun has just set - orange and pink still stain the horizon but the rest of the sky is an indigo edging into velvety black. The heat of the day is only now beginning to dissipate, and a light breeze drifts through the open windows.
What Will will find upon entering his room is Harry completely nude, spawled on top of Will's bed. He's reading in the low light of the bedside lamp, and he looks up when Will comes in.]
You're not going to believe what I found in my room.
What Will will find upon entering his room is Harry completely nude, spawled on top of Will's bed. He's reading in the low light of the bedside lamp, and he looks up when Will comes in.]
You're not going to believe what I found in my room.
[ he's just coming back from a few added appointments and walks in shrugging off his suit jacket when he spots harry, comfortable and sprawled on his bed. this isn't a completely unusual occurrence, but it does bring a surprised little smile to his face. ]
And what did you find in your room? [ he steps out of his shoes, shucks his jeans, leaving him in a button down and boxer briefs as he approaches the bed, smoothing a hand along the back of one of harry's arms. ]
From the looks of it, you didn't find your clothes.
And what did you find in your room? [ he steps out of his shoes, shucks his jeans, leaving him in a button down and boxer briefs as he approaches the bed, smoothing a hand along the back of one of harry's arms. ]
From the looks of it, you didn't find your clothes.
[ everything about teo across from him reeks of someone waiting to bolt - or to make a decision to be anything but the young man in the chair spilling his life story. it's an energy that heightens his own senses, not unlike predator and prey. but he tilts his head, listening, eyes dropping to the cup between teo's palms. ]
You'll spill it.
[ it's all he says in response at first, but offers a warm smile. ] If you want to figure out how to stop pushing people away, you'll need to first identify what frightens you.
[ and then, a little more frankly: ] Your parents sound like controlling prudes. That's always a bad start.
You'll spill it.
[ it's all he says in response at first, but offers a warm smile. ] If you want to figure out how to stop pushing people away, you'll need to first identify what frightens you.
[ and then, a little more frankly: ] Your parents sound like controlling prudes. That's always a bad start.
[there’s a coltish sort of awkwardness in koby’s movements, even now, because will’s so damn good at unpeeling his layers, at making him feel seen in a way that’s fucking terrifying and fucking bliss at the same time. there’s no need to pretend, no need to fake it, no need to be anything but will graham’s good boy, and while he’s been cagey about the why and what and how, koby’s let slip a few things – that he’s lonely, that he’s miserable, that his adoptive mother has a grip on him both terrifying and inescapable. that he does anything she asks, seduces or threatens or robs anyone she points to, because he doesn’t know how to do anything else anymore.
more telling, perhaps, is the way koby’s eyes go glazed and heated when will’s hand slips into his hair, when he grips and tugs up, secure, safe, held. whatever he does, whatever comes next, koby wants, wants it laced with the haze of whatever drug is pumping through his system even now, wants it any way will chooses. it’s an escape, an addictive one, and koby doesn’t really wanna think about how he’d be without it.
a soft huff, reaching up to slide his hands over the familiar shape of will’s dick in his pants, palming the thick heft of it, then squeezing, before moving to undo his belt.] Doesn’t mean you gave me Xanax, doc. I’m not stupid. [koby rolls his eyes upwards, sticks out his tongue, lets the stud catch the light, leave his lips plush, wet.] Gonna let me suck you off or what? Once this shit really hits I won’t have the coordination to do anything but get fucked over your desk, y’know.
more telling, perhaps, is the way koby’s eyes go glazed and heated when will’s hand slips into his hair, when he grips and tugs up, secure, safe, held. whatever he does, whatever comes next, koby wants, wants it laced with the haze of whatever drug is pumping through his system even now, wants it any way will chooses. it’s an escape, an addictive one, and koby doesn’t really wanna think about how he’d be without it.
a soft huff, reaching up to slide his hands over the familiar shape of will’s dick in his pants, palming the thick heft of it, then squeezing, before moving to undo his belt.] Doesn’t mean you gave me Xanax, doc. I’m not stupid. [koby rolls his eyes upwards, sticks out his tongue, lets the stud catch the light, leave his lips plush, wet.] Gonna let me suck you off or what? Once this shit really hits I won’t have the coordination to do anything but get fucked over your desk, y’know.
Too hot for clothes, luv.
[He turns the book do that Will can see the title: The Indifferent Stars Above: The Harrowing Saga of the Donner Party.]
Found it tucked into the desk. A little light reading from the former occupant, one supposes. But look, it gets better...
[He sits up a little, turning the book so Will can see that there are post-it notes peeking out from the pages. Harry opens the book to one.]
Look at this. The book speaks of the unusually harsh weather that occured in the Sierra Nevadas, and the note says, "It was the same cold snap." It's even underlined.
[He smiles at Will, but his eyes are dimly confused and frightened.]
Strange, isn't it?
Lots of strange goings on, Will. Here, give us a kiss. You look lovely.
[He turns the book do that Will can see the title: The Indifferent Stars Above: The Harrowing Saga of the Donner Party.]
Found it tucked into the desk. A little light reading from the former occupant, one supposes. But look, it gets better...
[He sits up a little, turning the book so Will can see that there are post-it notes peeking out from the pages. Harry opens the book to one.]
Look at this. The book speaks of the unusually harsh weather that occured in the Sierra Nevadas, and the note says, "It was the same cold snap." It's even underlined.
[He smiles at Will, but his eyes are dimly confused and frightened.]
Strange, isn't it?
Lots of strange goings on, Will. Here, give us a kiss. You look lovely.
[ he takes up the book, looking closer at the little post-its, but the notes make little sense to him, at least in this context. but it's harry's voice and demeanor that draw him in instead, fingers sliding away from the book to the man's wrist, idly feeling for the rabbiting of his pulse. ]
You're afraid.
[ he turns then, moving to straddle harry's hips, weighting him down to the bed but not obliging the kiss just yet. harry is delightful to kiss, to do so many more things with, but even will can see the solid outline of a man begin to blur and distort. ]
What are you afraid of, Harry? [ he reaches for his cheek, his chin, then leans in and kisses him hard. ]
You're afraid.
[ he turns then, moving to straddle harry's hips, weighting him down to the bed but not obliging the kiss just yet. harry is delightful to kiss, to do so many more things with, but even will can see the solid outline of a man begin to blur and distort. ]
What are you afraid of, Harry? [ he reaches for his cheek, his chin, then leans in and kisses him hard. ]
[He wets his lips.]
Yes.
[He's more sober than he has been in some time, and that isn't helping. But Will's body does, gives him an anchor to reality.
He kisses back hotly, fear channeling itself into lust instead.]
I saw something. Things have been wrong since.
[His one hand finds Will's curls and tugs.]
Yes.
[He's more sober than he has been in some time, and that isn't helping. But Will's body does, gives him an anchor to reality.
He kisses back hotly, fear channeling itself into lust instead.]
I saw something. Things have been wrong since.
[His one hand finds Will's curls and tugs.]
[ will leans his body heavy into harry’s, soaking up the kiss and letting his own strong hands plant on either side of the man’s head. it gives him nothing else to look at but will.
he gets close, noses bumping, mouth a ghost over harry’s. ]
Talk me through what you saw, from the beginning.
[ he shifts his weight, clothed ass sitting comfortably over harry’s dick. weight, presence - what better than the body’s base needs to keep someone firmly rooted in the present. ]
he gets close, noses bumping, mouth a ghost over harry’s. ]
Talk me through what you saw, from the beginning.
[ he shifts his weight, clothed ass sitting comfortably over harry’s dick. weight, presence - what better than the body’s base needs to keep someone firmly rooted in the present. ]
[He sighs and closes his eyes, grinding up against Will lightly. Both his hands move now, skating over every part of Will that they can.
Slowly, he speaks.]
I found a room. I was leaving the observation deck of the casino, and I walked into this room with... a chest, or a box. I'm not sure which.
There was something in the box that I can't properly recall. Valuables, I think. But also... not.
The thing is, Will, I can't find the room again. I've looked everywhere.
[He bares his throat and digs his blunt nails into Will's shoulders.]
Slowly, he speaks.]
I found a room. I was leaving the observation deck of the casino, and I walked into this room with... a chest, or a box. I'm not sure which.
There was something in the box that I can't properly recall. Valuables, I think. But also... not.
The thing is, Will, I can't find the room again. I've looked everywhere.
[He bares his throat and digs his blunt nails into Will's shoulders.]
[ will lets him move, pressing his hips down as harry’s go up, enjoying the sensation even though his attention hangs on every word the man says. ]
Close your eyes, Harry.
[ he slides his hands over the man’s chest, soothing and soft, tracing the lines of muscle and their connective tissue. ]
You left the casino floor. You opened a door and inside there was a box, or a chest. Tell me.
[ he drags his nails over the man’s chest. ] What did the box look like? Did it have a scent? What did it feel like?
Close your eyes, Harry.
[ he slides his hands over the man’s chest, soothing and soft, tracing the lines of muscle and their connective tissue. ]
You left the casino floor. You opened a door and inside there was a box, or a chest. Tell me.
[ he drags his nails over the man’s chest. ] What did the box look like? Did it have a scent? What did it feel like?
[He does as he's bid. His cock stiffens a little and he rocks up again.]
Just the sort of thing you'd find in an attic. A steamer trunk sort of thing. It had... gold coins. At first.
[Harry groans softly.]
It smelled awful. Like spoilt meat.
Kiss me again?
Just the sort of thing you'd find in an attic. A steamer trunk sort of thing. It had... gold coins. At first.
[Harry groans softly.]
It smelled awful. Like spoilt meat.
Kiss me again?
[ Expecting him not to wave his cup around is anti-italian discrimination. But, he relents, taking a small sip from it before leaving it on a side table within reach. Will’s next words nearly make him recoil, as if he’s smelled something rotten. What frightens him? They just met.
He can talk about his parents, though. He’s certainly complained to less willing audiences. ]
Try just...absent. She’s already left him for his brother, but even when she was around, she wasn’t really. I mostly see her when she decides to lecture me for making her look bad. My dad just works. Sometimes he tries, but it’s always years too late. They hate each other and pushed me off on nannies and boarding schools and my nonno. Who's gone, so.
[ He pauses. Is this normal, to just blather out the cliff notes of his entire life so the good doc can slap a bandaid on it? He doesn’t know, he never asked Koby how the actual therapy part was supposed to go, he just asked if the dick was good. Teo shuts his eyes, just for a second. Maybe it’ll pass as a long blink. ]
And they’re finally getting a divorce, so they care more about who gets what than the fact that he’s gone.
He can talk about his parents, though. He’s certainly complained to less willing audiences. ]
Try just...absent. She’s already left him for his brother, but even when she was around, she wasn’t really. I mostly see her when she decides to lecture me for making her look bad. My dad just works. Sometimes he tries, but it’s always years too late. They hate each other and pushed me off on nannies and boarding schools and my nonno. Who's gone, so.
[ He pauses. Is this normal, to just blather out the cliff notes of his entire life so the good doc can slap a bandaid on it? He doesn’t know, he never asked Koby how the actual therapy part was supposed to go, he just asked if the dick was good. Teo shuts his eyes, just for a second. Maybe it’ll pass as a long blink. ]
And they’re finally getting a divorce, so they care more about who gets what than the fact that he’s gone.
A first.
[ he presses his palms up harry's chest then up until he's cradling the man's face between his palms. leaning forward applies more friction, allows him to drag his own stiffening cock against the man's.
and just as he's asked, he kisses him - sweet and slow at first, with teeth catching the swell of his bottom lip after, pulling. ] It smelled awful. What did you see when you looked in again?
[ another kiss, hungry and slow, words spoken between every brush of contact. ]
[ he presses his palms up harry's chest then up until he's cradling the man's face between his palms. leaning forward applies more friction, allows him to drag his own stiffening cock against the man's.
and just as he's asked, he kisses him - sweet and slow at first, with teeth catching the swell of his bottom lip after, pulling. ] It smelled awful. What did you see when you looked in again?
[ another kiss, hungry and slow, words spoken between every brush of contact. ]
Ah. Yes.
[Harry groans again, his hands wandering as if he's not sure where to rest them: Will's wrists, forearms, sides.]
Broken glass. And... Will, this is so strange, I cannot begin to explain it, but... I'm almost positive that I saw a dead monkey.
[Harry's confusion at least makes sense. His horror, however, seems to be without reason.]
I've not felt right since.
[Harry groans again, his hands wandering as if he's not sure where to rest them: Will's wrists, forearms, sides.]
Broken glass. And... Will, this is so strange, I cannot begin to explain it, but... I'm almost positive that I saw a dead monkey.
[Harry's confusion at least makes sense. His horror, however, seems to be without reason.]
I've not felt right since.
[ a mother who has turned to her husband's brother, a divorce being finalized between two likely emotionally stunted egotists. and yet they have managed to have a son who still wants to see good in the world. interesting. ]
Their priorities don't match your own and they're not willing to meet you in the middle. Too little too late. Their egos are more important than their child.
[ he shifts in his seat, tilting his head. he knows a little bit about teo simply by way of koby, but putting all the pieces together now makes their friendship make even more sense. ]
Usually a therapist would ask how it makes you feel, but I don't see the value in that here. Close your eyes again. Try to relax if you can - something tells me you don't often get quiet, safe places away from the noise of their drama. So rest your eyes for a moment.
Their priorities don't match your own and they're not willing to meet you in the middle. Too little too late. Their egos are more important than their child.
[ he shifts in his seat, tilting his head. he knows a little bit about teo simply by way of koby, but putting all the pieces together now makes their friendship make even more sense. ]
Usually a therapist would ask how it makes you feel, but I don't see the value in that here. Close your eyes again. Try to relax if you can - something tells me you don't often get quiet, safe places away from the noise of their drama. So rest your eyes for a moment.
A dead monkey.
[ interesting. he lets harry's hands go, allows the skirting of fingers and nails along his skin. he kisses him again but this time he bites into it a little too harshly, draws blood from harry's tongue. ]
You could be restless - lost in yourself. Perhaps you're struggling with a change, or questioning who you are. Tell me, you saw a dead monkey - why did it make you uncomfortable.
[ he leans in further, flattening his chest to harry's, head dipping in against his throat, bloody and wet. ]
[ interesting. he lets harry's hands go, allows the skirting of fingers and nails along his skin. he kisses him again but this time he bites into it a little too harshly, draws blood from harry's tongue. ]
You could be restless - lost in yourself. Perhaps you're struggling with a change, or questioning who you are. Tell me, you saw a dead monkey - why did it make you uncomfortable.
[ he leans in further, flattening his chest to harry's, head dipping in against his throat, bloody and wet. ]
You're not stupid. It's why I enjoy you.
[ he strokes his fingers back through koby's hair, soft and tender in a way that doesn't match the hungry, dark energy burning behind his eyes. he smiles, knowing and amused as koby sticks his tongue out and reaches for it, pressing his thumb against the little piece of metal, his fingers under koby's chin. it's brief - the way he swipes his thumb over the piercing, but he tilts his head. ]
Are you going to suck me off or are you going to continue to pout at me? [ a tap of his wet thumb to koby's nose, smearing it against the skin, then his chin. ]
I gave you Adderall. I thought you might enjoy something different.
[ either calm him down or crank his anxiety up - either or both, will loves an experiment. ]
[ he strokes his fingers back through koby's hair, soft and tender in a way that doesn't match the hungry, dark energy burning behind his eyes. he smiles, knowing and amused as koby sticks his tongue out and reaches for it, pressing his thumb against the little piece of metal, his fingers under koby's chin. it's brief - the way he swipes his thumb over the piercing, but he tilts his head. ]
Are you going to suck me off or are you going to continue to pout at me? [ a tap of his wet thumb to koby's nose, smearing it against the skin, then his chin. ]
I gave you Adderall. I thought you might enjoy something different.
[ either calm him down or crank his anxiety up - either or both, will loves an experiment. ]
A capuchin.
[It's all he manages before he's kissed again, groaning and rolling his hips up when he's bitten. Blood, the taste of blood, so familiar.
He wraps his arms tightly around Will's neck and spreads his legs so he can hook his heels over Will's calves. He doesn't think when he answers:]
Because I killed her.
[It's all he manages before he's kissed again, groaning and rolling his hips up when he's bitten. Blood, the taste of blood, so familiar.
He wraps his arms tightly around Will's neck and spreads his legs so he can hook his heels over Will's calves. He doesn't think when he answers:]
Because I killed her.
[ he sighs, a low rumbling sound against harry's throat, their hips coming flush. he wastes no time grinding his hardened, clothed cock down against harry's. he's warm and tolerant, eager for the taste of blood and the bite of pain. he sucks an angry, purpling mark into harry's collar bone. ]
Tell me how you killed her.
[ quiet, but intense, hands sliding down harry's side, pressing fingers into the place he'd bitten him when they laid out in the garden, just over his ribs, the wound likely healed. ]
You're doing so well, Harry. [ a passing lick at a nipple, a sloppy kiss to his sternum, blunt teeth dragging their way until he sits up, out of harry's reach and nudges forward, cock rutting against the curve of harry's ass. ]
Tell me how you killed her.
[ quiet, but intense, hands sliding down harry's side, pressing fingers into the place he'd bitten him when they laid out in the garden, just over his ribs, the wound likely healed. ]
You're doing so well, Harry. [ a passing lick at a nipple, a sloppy kiss to his sternum, blunt teeth dragging their way until he sits up, out of harry's reach and nudges forward, cock rutting against the curve of harry's ass. ]
[He cries out softly when Will digs at the old bite, hurt but excited by that very fact. He welcomes every scrape of teeth on skin, wonders what it might take to get Will to draw more blood.
He presses back, shameless in his clear desire to be taken.]
I don't know. I can't remember. Only that it was for a greater purpose.
Will, please... please, your teeth...
He presses back, shameless in his clear desire to be taken.]
I don't know. I can't remember. Only that it was for a greater purpose.
Will, please... please, your teeth...
What purpose do you think it was for? Go on - take a guess.
[ he could have harry here - he could fuck him until he forgets about the monkey and purposes and any such things, but his ears fill with noise as harry urges him to use his teeth. it's been a rough day - a few strange sessions and meeting a young man named danny has made him realize just how quiet his hunger has been until now. ]
On your stomach.
[ he grinds his wanting cock against harry's ass one more time before he sits back, giving the man room to roll. he peels his own remaining clothes off - no need to get them messy - and only once harry has turned does he dive in, pressing wet kisses down his spine until he reaches the cleft of his ass. ]
Keep talking. [ and he presses, sliding his tongue eagerly along the puckered muscle of his hole. he'll have a bite of him - he knows it now, maybe a few, eager to remember harry's blood on his tongue, but he will build up to it. ]
[ he could have harry here - he could fuck him until he forgets about the monkey and purposes and any such things, but his ears fill with noise as harry urges him to use his teeth. it's been a rough day - a few strange sessions and meeting a young man named danny has made him realize just how quiet his hunger has been until now. ]
On your stomach.
[ he grinds his wanting cock against harry's ass one more time before he sits back, giving the man room to roll. he peels his own remaining clothes off - no need to get them messy - and only once harry has turned does he dive in, pressing wet kisses down his spine until he reaches the cleft of his ass. ]
Keep talking. [ and he presses, sliding his tongue eagerly along the puckered muscle of his hole. he'll have a bite of him - he knows it now, maybe a few, eager to remember harry's blood on his tongue, but he will build up to it. ]
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