[There's a low growl when teeth scrape over him, his hands sliding from where they'd settled at his waist to grope at his ass. Fucking around-- hadn't been quite what he'd figured his morning would consist of, but...
He's not gonna complain. Better to do that than have a sulking supe breaking tables all day.]
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He's not gonna complain. Better to do that than have a sulking supe breaking tables all day.]
Let's take this to the couch.