“My, my,” Francis returns, unable to resist the quip and hoping that James does not notice the new threadiness in his voice. “What shocking language for a young lady.”
James turns an arch look upon him even as he is trembling. When Francis gives the first thrust, James’s mouth falls open and his eyes shut. “Good Christ.”
“Good?”
“More.”
inspired by @fighting-naturalist‘s scorchingly hot Rossier fic “In Three-Quarter Time” 🔥🔥🔥
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