"Fuck," he yelps, hips jumping forward. The denim helps ease the impact, but he hadn't been expecting it. Poison gets his forearms under him to brace himself against the bed. He's aching hard, but he's also stubborn.
"Sounds like we're gonna have to find out the old fashioned way," he says as he peers over his shoulder again, red hair falling in his face. "Red, right?"
It's been that long, he realizes. Whatever, it doesn't matter, as long as they're still on the same page with their safe words.
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Date: 2018-04-03 06:30 pm (UTC)"Sounds like we're gonna have to find out the old fashioned way," he says as he peers over his shoulder again, red hair falling in his face. "Red, right?"
It's been that long, he realizes. Whatever, it doesn't matter, as long as they're still on the same page with their safe words.