[ Such a small touch. Alan feels a hot rush, from the top of his head right down though his belly and thighs and tips of his fingers. His lips are parted, dry. ]
Fuck you.
[ He doesn't pull back. In fact, his chin raises -- just a little, a fraction, the smallest hint of throat-baring. ]
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Fuck you.
[ He doesn't pull back. In fact, his chin raises -- just a little, a fraction, the smallest hint of throat-baring. ]