At the Altar of You, I Worship
He’s beautiful any time, but like this — loose-limbed with pleasure, pupils blown wide, looking thoroughly fucked out — it makes your chest ache with emotion at the same time heat pools in your belly.*
He’s beautiful any time, but like this — loose-limbed with pleasure, pupils blown wide, looking thoroughly fucked out — it makes your chest ache with emotion at the same time heat pools in your belly.*
It’s the sounds that get Sam, as much as anything. Slick, wet, sucking; he wants to drown in each one, roll around in it and wrap himself up in them.*