“Christ…Christ…” Nick’s voice was high, more breath than volume, shuddering out of him in gasps as his body arched up off the mattress as high as Monroe’s weight would allow, his legs locked around the blutbad’s waist convulsively, their tension more reflex than strength, as if something electric held his muscles contracted. Nick’s head was flung back, the long, pale column of his throat glistening, his pulse pushing at the skin in a frenzied rhythm. The slate blue sheets beneath him were dark and sodden, twisted where he’d knotted his fingers into them, the pillowcase saliva-spotted and marked where he’d caught it between his teeth as he’d screamed his way through his third and fourth orgasms of the night, when Monroe had still had him on his stomach, and the noises that had been tearing their way out of his throat had carried the risk of reaching and possibly terrifying the neighbors
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DINNER AND A SHOW
“Christ…Christ…” Nick’s voice was high, more breath than volume, shuddering out of him in gasps as his body arched up off the mattress as high as Monroe’s weight would allow, his legs locked around the blutbad’s waist convulsively, their tension more reflex than strength, as if something electric held his muscles contracted. Nick’s head was flung back, the long, pale column of his throat glistening, his pulse pushing at the skin in a frenzied rhythm. The slate blue sheets beneath him were dark and sodden, twisted where he’d knotted his fingers into them, the pillowcase saliva-spotted and marked where he’d caught it between his teeth as he’d screamed his way through his third and fourth orgasms of the night, when Monroe had still had him on his stomach, and the noises that had been tearing their way out of his throat had carried the risk of reaching and possibly terrifying the neighbors ( ... )
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My work here is done.
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