"I love your hands, the way you touch me like I matter," Danny said quietly. "The soft scratch of stubble against my neck, the way your breath hitches slightly when I move... Just like this," he murmured, shifting slightly on Greg's lap.
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Date: 2020-07-05 08:21 pm (UTC)"I love your hands, the way you touch me like I matter," Danny said quietly. "The soft scratch of stubble against my neck, the way your breath hitches slightly when I move... Just like this," he murmured, shifting slightly on Greg's lap.