02-04-2008, 11:57 PM
The moment of reprieve was slowly clearing his mind. He blinked a little, looking at the soft mocha skin beneath his porclean hands... What was he doing? Getting carried away, submitting to Sabel's will? He'd never normally do this; hell he shouldn't be doing it. But something about the flamboyant man was intoxicating him, drawing him in and holding him there. "Sabel... fuck, uhmmm..." He had to think clearly, but, what was he going to say? Sorry to leave you hanging, but we really shouldn't be doing this? Hah, that was laughable. He looked into the other's eyes...
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