“That could be dangerous, my love,” he says, voice a bit of a low purr in his throat. He rubs at his neck and then picks up the flannel to rub himself down a final time, slow and with a lot more attention to detail. A spot on his wrist here, the hollow of his neck, his collarbones.
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Date: 2024-07-16 11:07 pm (UTC)“That could be dangerous, my love,” he says, voice a bit of a low purr in his throat. He rubs at his neck and then picks up the flannel to rub himself down a final time, slow and with a lot more attention to detail. A spot on his wrist here, the hollow of his neck, his collarbones.
“Is that really something you want?”