Armand takes care to pop open the top button of his shirt, then the next. Finally, the next, until there's a deep v open for Daniel to look at as he sinks to his knees, staring up at Daniel with what ought to be a very familiar look to him.
"In that case, I believe you should call me Rashid, Mr. Molloy," he murmurs, because he knows at least part of the impetus behind this specific request, and he's more than happy to play with it. He wets his lower lip as he waits, patiently, on his knees for further instruction.
He dare not even touch Daniel's zipper, for fear of reprimand. There is only the obedient prostate lover, there is only Rashid now in the sand for his Daniel.
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Date: 2024-09-06 08:09 pm (UTC)"In that case, I believe you should call me Rashid, Mr. Molloy," he murmurs, because he knows at least part of the impetus behind this specific request, and he's more than happy to play with it. He wets his lower lip as he waits, patiently, on his knees for further instruction.
He dare not even touch Daniel's zipper, for fear of reprimand. There is only the obedient prostate lover, there is only Rashid now in the sand for his Daniel.