"Could you?" Nero asked bemusedly as he arched toward Ephram's teeth, craning his head back against the wall. The sensation of cool wood at his back spurs his head forward and he refocuses on Ephram, his eyes and hands raking across Ephram's chest.
The buttons of his trousers give with an audible slide and Nero growls low in his throat, "Very well."
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Date: 2009-09-20 04:41 am (UTC)The buttons of his trousers give with an audible slide and Nero growls low in his throat, "Very well."