Sullivan could sleep through nuclear war :D
Varick appreciated the way Shannon was working up the courage to take what he wanted. The little bursts of assertiveness were adoreable, not to mention Shannon's hand was sending Varick over the moon. His hips jerked forward, and he made no qualms about putting his free hand over Shannon's to guide him to squeeze harder, tug roughly.
"Want you so much," he murmured, half-growling against Shannon's neck as he buried his face there.
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