CK shivers, either in anticipation or from the chill in the air. Possibly both. His breath catches when Luca moves away. He's been waiting for this. Wanting this.
The slap draws a gasp out of him and his back arches instinctively. "Fuck, yes," he mumbles into the pillow, grip on the sheets tightening until his knuckles are white.
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Date: 2025-02-07 08:46 pm (UTC)The slap draws a gasp out of him and his back arches instinctively. "Fuck, yes," he mumbles into the pillow, grip on the sheets tightening until his knuckles are white.