Welcoming the kiss, he explored it to find the taste of himself there. Nothing satisfied quite as much as leaving a scent or a taste on Andrew. He wanted to linger on him all the time, marking him as taken.
"Would you fuck me?" he asked with incredible politeness, making the words sound peculiar. "Please?" He tried to beg as prettily as he could.
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