[ Erik flushes hot, all thought disappearing at the sound of that moan. Whatever he was thinking or feeling is eclipsed by the rush of lust and love and the fact that it's Charles. Nobody has ever meant as much to him, nobody ever will.
May God forgive him.
He pulls off his shirt before working on Charles'. He needs to feel him, feel his skin. He rakes his teeth over Charles' throat and grins. ]
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May God forgive him.
He pulls off his shirt before working on Charles'. He needs to feel him, feel his skin. He rakes his teeth over Charles' throat and grins. ]
You make it sound as if I'm some wayward student.