The bucking thrust of his hips is something nearly painful in the pleasure of it, strangled cry kept locked behind my teeth. Slade's grip on me will leave bruises and I do not care, lost in the slide of our bodies, Slade moving back against Wintergreen, Wintergreen's own motion pushing him back into me, thrust and press of my own weight rocking Slade back into Wintergreen's teeth, his body.
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Date: 2008-06-30 06:31 pm (UTC)