[ His eyes slip closed, drifting on the slow pass of Bull's palm, pulse slow and steady. Even the pinch doesn't earn a flinch but an arch, pressing into it for more contact to either ground him or drag him higher. ]
Yes-
[ Breathless and on the edge of begging- but the promise of having something to remember him, something to touch afterward and remember this bone deep ache? Massively appeals. ]
no subject
Yes-
[ Breathless and on the edge of begging- but the promise of having something to remember him, something to touch afterward and remember this bone deep ache? Massively appeals. ]
Yes please.