[That's what he wants to hear. He hears it, he sees it, and he believes it all at once. And that has him breathing in deep, looking fond as his hand drifts down the front of Dextera's ridiculous costume.]
I will.
[But not here, at the front door. His hand slides down further, taking Dextera's wrist, and in a commanding, overly eager way, he yanks him back towards the bedroom they usually end up in.
R rated rough and possessive nasty, hope he enjoys it]
no subject
I will.
[But not here, at the front door. His hand slides down further, taking Dextera's wrist, and in a commanding, overly eager way, he yanks him back towards the bedroom they usually end up in.
R rated rough and possessive nasty, hope he enjoys it]