Even without his glasses, he was close enough to make Dakin out. For a moment, he stared, just taking him in - the curve of his back and his spread legs. The lines of him. His hand ran over Dakin's arse again, fingers straying into the cleft of his backside, touching him from his tailbone and all the way down.
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Date: 2012-10-13 11:14 pm (UTC)