“Dammit, Zexion” Demyx hisses through his teeth, a hand stroking him as he’s growing harder. “This wasn’t supposed to happen like this.” Demyx is pretty sure he’ll lose his ability to speak properly if Zexion starts moving his hand any faster.
“Trying to trick me, Demyx,” his thumb moves over the slit, and Demyx lets out a sound that’s not
(
Read more... )
Comments 13
(The comment has been removed)
Reply
(The comment has been removed)
Reply
Leave a comment