Short strands of gold shivered loose in his grip as James pulled against him, tilted up under him in an effort to pull free.
Cool fingers clenched tight, spasmed closed at the base of his throat, forced his head high and trapped his windpipe up. Didn't quite pinch it shut, that arm folded tight all along his bare chest as they struggled.
Ayel wasn't made of stone. But he was starting to feel like it. Right between his legs.
"Hold still."
Just a gasp. It was too hoarse to sound desperate.
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timeasmymeasure
...I did not have you figured for the breathplay type.
Date: 2010-02-25 05:52 pm (UTC)Cool fingers clenched tight, spasmed closed at the base of his throat, forced his head high and trapped his windpipe up. Didn't quite pinch it shut, that arm folded tight all along his bare chest as they struggled.
Ayel wasn't made of stone. But he was starting to feel like it. Right between his legs.
"Hold still."
Just a gasp. It was too hoarse to sound desperate.