“At least I try,” he attempts to joke in return but it’s hollow of effort. The hand on him is enough to lose himself in. The ache in his jaws diminishing with each distracting stroke. Tension ebbing away from his body as he dares to relax again.
“I don’t want to lose control.” It’s quiet and fearful of an admittance. Something whispered into Lucifer’s shirt.
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Date: 2017-12-15 08:50 pm (UTC)From:“I don’t want to lose control.” It’s quiet and fearful of an admittance. Something whispered into Lucifer’s shirt.