[ like you don't love it, he thinks with a faint smirk, panting (however unintentionally) against Dirk's ear and digging his nails in, anchoring himself and sitting up on his lap. what's left of the blankets are shrugged off and he's completely on display, back arched and hips rutting desperately against Dirk's without a shred of shame in sight. ]
Can't help it, that's just, nnh, where I like it best.
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Can't help it, that's just, nnh, where I like it best.