Roy groans softly into the flesh of his forearm; pants bundled at his thighs, jacket and undershirt in disarray but still covering him albeit barely (a button or two of his jacket’s fastenings have disappeared, the collar is wrinkled, cuffs crinkled). He lies on the top of his desk: legs spread, back arched; fingers of his other arm clenching the
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And thank you for the review!
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I'm puzzled by the sand for blood, though. Oh, I wish there was a fanart of them for this fic... *flails*
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Thanks for the review!
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The emotion with this is amazing. And it's hot. I love it. ~ <3
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Oh, you so know I'm planning on writing more. >3 Can't certainly just leave it there!
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Indeed it did.
That was..
Um, wow.
Just wow.
;_;
I can has sequel nao plz?
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Glad you enjoyed! ♥
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