There was a gasp lost in the press of mouths. Grey, had he a voice, might have moaned. He returned the kiss, deepened it, his tongue slicking along Curtis's. He even cocked his head, working to get the angle just right, his leg slipping between longer, stronger ones.
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Date: 2014-12-05 11:59 am (UTC)