“Fuck…” Takaba groaned, slapping the white wall behind him, head tilted back, biting his lower lip. Sweat matted his hair down, plastered it against his forehead. He thought he might split, might break, God, it had been a hell of a long time.
He felt Sergei slow and place a warm hand on Takaba’s trembling stomach, “Am I…
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by the way, love you icon. Where's it from?
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but thank you for the kind words :)
And I have a new story going, but it's going slow. Currently in midterm season and paper deadlines just keeping stacking up.
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