"What about them?" The hot breath against Hugo's ear had him shivering. "Should we...?" Another low groan when lips traced a path down his neck. "No." "Vig--" Lips on his jaw, chin, stealing thought...hot, insidious lust coursing through him in a dark wave of want. Hugo's head thumped back against the wall, bit his lower lip, tried to remember. Shouldn't be-- "Relax." Lips against his cheek. "Let go." Traversing against his -- barely brushing. "Can't --" Tried to remember reason, sanity. Couldn't. Could only drown in heat. Too much. "Yes, you can." Closer...touching...warm, rough. Fuck sanity.
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