“Don’t go dying on me now. I’ve barely got to do anything yet.”
Hank says this with his lips pressed to Alivian’s neck, eyes closed. Still not wanting to see himself, but...
He opens his eyes. Staring into the mirror as he moves one hand down Alivian’s chest, palm flat against him.
“Oh, I wouldn’t say that. Wouldn’t say that at all,” he murmurs.
Rocking his hips against Alivian, feeling the way he’s pressing toward him. Hank bites back a groan, but barely.
“There’s lots to see, I think. And there can be more, too.”
He pauses. Looking at Alivian’s reflection: the flush of his skin. The way Hank’s fingers slide against him.
“If you tell me where you want me to put those other clamps, there’ll be lots to look at.”
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“Don’t go dying on me now. I’ve barely got to do anything yet.”
Hank says this with his lips pressed to Alivian’s neck, eyes closed. Still not wanting to see himself, but...
He opens his eyes. Staring into the mirror as he moves one hand down Alivian’s chest, palm flat against him.
“Oh, I wouldn’t say that. Wouldn’t say that at all,” he murmurs.
Rocking his hips against Alivian, feeling the way he’s pressing toward him. Hank bites back a groan, but barely.
“There’s lots to see, I think. And there can be more, too.”
He pauses. Looking at Alivian’s reflection: the flush of his skin. The way Hank’s fingers slide against him.
“If you tell me where you want me to put those other clamps, there’ll be lots to look at.”