[ Hard enough that he rocks with it, leaning into the cold metal wall of the shuttle. Fucking against the bulkhead- number 34. He's revised the list a couple of times but, uh, damn. Every welt, every red sting has his shoulders unknotting, his breath getting slower, deeper, more even.
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[ Hard enough that he rocks with it, leaning into the cold metal wall of the shuttle. Fucking against the bulkhead- number 34. He's revised the list a couple of times but, uh, damn. Every welt, every red sting has his shoulders unknotting, his breath getting slower, deeper, more even.
Taylor licks his lips. Swallows. ]
Because I'm yours?