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Tom Irwin ([personal profile] extendedmetaphor) wrote 2012-10-12 11:49 pm (UTC)

There weren't really any words for that, not then. He got lost in kissing Dakin, not grinding down against him, not exactly, but rocking his hips, only that one thing layer of cotton separating them.

"Would you let me?" he asked, breathless, pressing kisses against Dakin/s mouth and jaw and the side of his neck. "Would you let me do that?"

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