[Noah tries to eat up those sounds, to memorize them, to tuck them away for the long days away from the Medusae. His fingers knead Ras's ass, pulling and pushing and wanting more still. His jacket disappears from his shoulders, leaving him wearing only his trousers and grease.
He leans up to kiss a line down Ras's throat, tongue lashing every inch of skin he can reach.]
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He leans up to kiss a line down Ras's throat, tongue lashing every inch of skin he can reach.]
Nnn. Only you ever.