Armand's drifting into a fantasy. He's in heaven, if a monster like him ever deserves eternal paradise. And if there is such a place, then it will be here, on the tip of Daniel's tongue, making him feel this bliss.
"Daniel," is a soft murmur, high praise as he strokes his long nails through his hair, wanting him to know just how much he cherishes him, for more than this -- and yet, in this moment, very much specifically for this.
"May I fuck your face harder?" he asks, ever the gentleman.
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Date: 2024-09-25 05:03 am (UTC)"Daniel," is a soft murmur, high praise as he strokes his long nails through his hair, wanting him to know just how much he cherishes him, for more than this -- and yet, in this moment, very much specifically for this.
"May I fuck your face harder?" he asks, ever the gentleman.