[ how funny how pleasure and panic can sound so similar. will swallows around the tender meat, blood dripping down his chin. the wound isn’t so bad - shallow and careful but shaped so perfectly like a dangerous kiss. ]
You wanted to be consumed, Harry.
[ the hips rocking into his hand, the sound he makes, the wet drip of harry’s cock onto the sheets. will pulls his fingers free and shifts on the bed, dropping his cock against his worked open hole, but not breaching it yet but applying pressure. ]
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You wanted to be consumed, Harry.
[ the hips rocking into his hand, the sound he makes, the wet drip of harry’s cock onto the sheets. will pulls his fingers free and shifts on the bed, dropping his cock against his worked open hole, but not breaching it yet but applying pressure. ]
Yes, Harry? Tell me what you want.