Thoreau nodded in agreement, rubbing back against Rooney's touch. "Only yours," he promised, twisting his head to look at him. "I'll only think of you, Roo."
He wiggled his bum a little, trying to get another slap or squeeze or something. The welts stung and burned and felt so good. "I'm your dirty faggot."
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