As Max’s fingers brush that same spot again, Rowan’s legs buckle, and they have to brace themself on the wall. They cry out his name, as all they can do is cling to the wall and try not to collapse. It’s enough to keep them from coming, but only just, slim body shaking from the mixture of effort and need.
“Max, fuck, oh fuck!” They won’t be able to hold off long with such direct attention.
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Date: 2020-09-27 03:40 am (UTC)“Max, fuck, oh fuck!” They won’t be able to hold off long with such direct attention.