Carver holds as still as he can, pressing his forehead to Pope’s. “I’m sorry, sir,” he whispers, miserable and wanting in the same breath because it feels good. He wants to fuck Pope until he gasps and lets go but he holds, and reaches down to stroke Pope’s cock to try and make it better, easier to take.
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Date: 2024-06-13 10:49 pm (UTC)