[ He agrees, dipping his head down to suck lightly at his throat without leaving a mark. He much prefers to cherish him for now, and runs his fingers through his hair, making a mess of his braid as he's prone to do these days. ]
I'll make two.
[ One for Allen. One for Tim. With their appetites and penchant for sweets, he doesn't think one will be enough. ]
You can set the table this time.
[ His lips move to his collar, sucking lightly at the bone, leaving behind a chill when there'd been nothing but heat at his throat. ]
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[ He agrees, dipping his head down to suck lightly at his throat without leaving a mark. He much prefers to cherish him for now, and runs his fingers through his hair, making a mess of his braid as he's prone to do these days. ]
I'll make two.
[ One for Allen. One for Tim. With their appetites and penchant for sweets, he doesn't think one will be enough. ]
You can set the table this time.
[ His lips move to his collar, sucking lightly at the bone, leaving behind a chill when there'd been nothing but heat at his throat. ]