"God-- I love you. I love you-- more than anything, 'ratio."
It's a worshipful murmur. It's the only response he can manage to pull together, his nose nuzzling into the crook of the selkie's neck. His fingers squeeze briefly around Horatio, before they speed up just a little.
His own breath is somewhat shaky when he speaks the next words into Horatio's skin, his own desire obvious in the words, "C-can I-- taste you?"
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timeasmymeasure
it's true
Date: 2018-10-11 01:51 am (UTC)It's a worshipful murmur. It's the only response he can manage to pull together, his nose nuzzling into the crook of the selkie's neck. His fingers squeeze briefly around Horatio, before they speed up just a little.
His own breath is somewhat shaky when he speaks the next words into Horatio's skin, his own desire obvious in the words, "C-can I-- taste you?"