[My things. My property. Cutting a line down his throat, every fucking word that comes out of Roman's mouth hits him as hard as the belt. The sound he makes, wanton and obscene with how low his moans go.
Digging his fingers into the bed, he pants wetly, trying to steady his breathing, and not come in four seconds.]
Fuck- yeah, what I fucking deserve. Cut my throat, Roman, nn.
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Date: 2021-04-01 03:50 am (UTC)Digging his fingers into the bed, he pants wetly, trying to steady his breathing, and not come in four seconds.]
Fuck- yeah, what I fucking deserve. Cut my throat, Roman, nn.