He shuddered against Pike's body and the wall once he felt that hand around his cock, arms folded tight by his shoulders. He didn't answer, but it was written all over his actions, that soft moan, rolling his hips into his strokes. It'd be nice, not having to think about this, about having to worry about everything. Except. No. He liked some for himself, liked at least a little under his hand, but right now, with that leather glove--he could give it all up.
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Date: 2009-07-26 03:29 am (UTC)It'd be nice, not having to think about this, about having to worry about everything.Except. No. He liked some for himself, liked at least a little under his hand, but right now, with that leather glove--he could give it all up.