It's the combination of it - the filth of what Lee's saying, the touch of
his tongue. Connor whimpers, his hips jerking, even if there's nowhere for
him to go.
"I got tested," he says, swallowing. "Right before I got here. I'm
clean." He whimpers again. "Sir."
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Date: 2015-12-22 08:56 pm (UTC)From:It's the combination of it - the filth of what Lee's saying, the touch of his tongue. Connor whimpers, his hips jerking, even if there's nowhere for him to go.
"I got tested," he says, swallowing. "Right before I got here. I'm clean." He whimpers again. "Sir."