Dakin's mouth was deeply amusing to him - the things that came out of it. A mark of youth, the rambling, the filth, and inexplicably, somehow wonderful.
Irwin's hand stroked along Dakin's thigh, his mouth having found a rhythm now, strong and fast. He had no real intention of lingering.
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Date: 2012-10-12 05:17 pm (UTC)Irwin's hand stroked along Dakin's thigh, his mouth having found a rhythm now, strong and fast. He had no real intention of lingering.