Grey so rarely made any sound at all, that even those harsh breaths, the soft, aborted moans, seemed precious, somehow. Finding Grey's mouth with his own, Curtis kept up a pace that ensured he didn't have to think. Because it meant that he was free of them, for a little while. Their faces, people counting on him. People he'd gotten killed.
There was just Grey, this kid who'd been fucking handed to him. You go with Curtis, now...
His hips stuttered, thrusting harder, but his arm had begun to shake. "Fuck," he hissed, frustrated, and abruptly, he rolled them again, taking Grey with him as he sprawled on his back.
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Date: 2014-12-05 06:44 pm (UTC)There was just Grey, this kid who'd been fucking handed to him. You go with Curtis, now...
His hips stuttered, thrusting harder, but his arm had begun to shake. "Fuck," he hissed, frustrated, and abruptly, he rolled them again, taking Grey with him as he sprawled on his back.