Grantaire gasps at it, warm and wet across his back, the sound of Tunny's
breathing, the absolute truth that it's him who caused it shooting straight
down into his stomach. It's a little degraded and completely amazing and
his nerves feel like they're going to overload.
"Touch me?" he begs; he won't do it himself, not told not to, but he's
pretty incredibly close to not needing to. "Please, please, fuck, I'll do
anything."
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Date: 2014-05-09 08:48 pm (UTC)Grantaire gasps at it, warm and wet across his back, the sound of Tunny's breathing, the absolute truth that it's him who caused it shooting straight down into his stomach. It's a little degraded and completely amazing and his nerves feel like they're going to overload.
"Touch me?" he begs; he won't do it himself, not told not to, but he's pretty incredibly close to not needing to. "Please, please, fuck, I'll do anything."