Posts Tagged ‘john’
Just fucking.
My knuckles pressed into the pale hollow formed by his hip as the muscles and bone slipped beneath skin damp from the shower, and I slid my hand up his side, ribs evident beneath an expanse of freckles. “What’s with this Jesus of Nazareth post-fasting look you’re rocking here, dude?†He laughed, somewhat ruefully. “Yeah…
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